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their head and pull them out, “We do some shopping,” I reply with a smile.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Ch.4: Wal-Mart
     
    We begin to walk in different directions.
    “Hey keep your eyes open anyway,” I say.
    “Okay,” the rest reply. I could agree with everyone else, they were happy to finally rest on something, shooting causes fatigue. I walk around the aisles and spot the watches and I stared until I found the one I liked the most, “You know life is better spent doing something instead of nothing,” says Pam as she approaches. 
                  I look up and smile, “Psychology education,” I ask and Pam laughs.
    “No, just basic ethics,” she replies. 
    “You like watches?” she asks.
    “Yeah I like the one with blue,” I reply.
    “I think that’s a nice watch also; I suggest you get it.” 
                  I look at her “Cover your eyes,” I say, and then I smashed the glass with the back end of my crossbow and I grab the watch. 
    “Using the key would have been better, but oh well,” she joked. 
    “Oh my, what a beautiful ring,” she gasps and turned her attention to it. She walks over and she stares at it from the glass. 
                  “Wow; wish I had something like that on my hand,” she says, I look at her then I smashed the glass while Pam covered her eyes. I pick up the ring and handed it to her: “Here,” I say. Pam looks down and she turned away quickly. She walks away and sat down near the women’s clothes section with her head down. 
                  I sighed, and walk towards her and sat beside her, “I’m sorry, I forget about the guy you love,” I apologized.
    “No, it’s not that. I mean, I’m just so upset at the world. You’re a nice guy, you saved me and all but I don’t know I feel like it’s too quick to move,” she says concerned. 
                  “Hey I’m not trying to force you to do anything against your will. It’s not like I’m proposing either. I’m trying to be here for you that’s all, just trying to be a friend, a companion at that,” I reply. Pam stared into my eyes as did I and there is that smile again, “Thank you.”
                  We leave that aisle and begin to walk around again, exploring the foods that are available and then the book shelves come into sight. There is something that catches my eye, Robert Kirkman’s The Walking Dead graphic novel and beside it a copy of season ten. A spectacular adventure of survivors trying to outlive becoming food for the reanimated dead. On top of that they get a major villain each season, well usually. I can’t help but to reflect on this graphic novel with our situation at hand.  
                  A loud yell echoes through the store, “Help!” the sound of a feminine voice. Pam and I stop what we’re doing and stand up.
    “Where did that come from?” she asks.
    “I don’t know?  Straight ahead; perhaps the restrooms,” I reply. 
                  Pam and I rush to the restrooms, “Which one,” she asks.
    “Men’s room,” I reply. 
    “Okay it could be somebody mutating into a zombie so let’s reload,” I say and we quickly reload and I begin to lead, “You ready?” I ask, and Pam nods while aiming her firearm. I enter the Men’s restroom and quickly re-turned to a posture holding my crossbow in the air, aiming straight.
                  There is only a frightened girl, maybe about eighteen years old, “Who are you?” I ask, but she did not reply. I slowly begin to approach her and lower my weapon at the same time.
    “It’s okay, we are not going to hurt you,” I say with comfort. Pam kept her aim steady just in case, “Pam you can lower your weapon,” I suggested.
    “But if she turns?” she asks.
    “She’s just scared,” I reply.
    The female figure looks up at me, she has long black hair, and a white face that had seen a lot of