Clothes

The clothes shops are located in the mall, and you figure that you might as well stop by those now and then go through the grocery store after that.
With your senses remaining on full alert you venture further into the mall, stopping every few paces and scanning both what’s in front of you as well as peeking behind your shoulder, all the whiles keeping your ears peeled for the slightest sound.

However, other than the sound of something metallic swinging repetitively, you fail to notice anything during the entire journey to the first of the boutiques aimed to quell the female thirst for clothing.
Stepping into the derelict store through one of the bashed shop-windows, you find that plenty of articles still remain inside, although most of them are now sprinkled across the floor.

Climbing into the store and stopping by the register, you notice that someone has written “KILL” on one of the walls with what you hope is red paint. Whether it’s paint or blood, it has since long dried up, and its creator is hopefully no longer hanging out in the immediate area.

Finding two shopping bags of the larger variety tucked in under the counter, you then start rummaging through the trashed store in the pursuit of good clothes for the girl.
Since little in the store is what could be called practical wear, a lot of it remains but most of it is micro-skirts, dresses or all too tight jeans, with mostly t-shirts and a few blouses for the upper body.
Eventually you manage to find a few pieces of clothing which might be at least a little functional, and which you hope will fit Erin and Brittney.

Stopping at the underwear department, you can’t help but stuck several pairs of bras, panties and hoses which you’ve always wanted to see a girl wear but which none of your old girlfriends ever did into one of the bags, in which you’ve already dropped the batteries you picked up at the sport goods store.

After going through the store and picking out what you like, you head back to the register and search it more thoroughly, lucking out by finding a small canister of mace which has been dropped onto the floor.
Hitting the tab on the top, you quickly turn your eyes away to avoid being hit by the mist which shoots out of the canister.

While you remain happy about the fact that you avoided temporarily blinding yourself with the gas, you suddenly hear a noise.
You drop down behind the counter in what feels like less than a second, and budge up against while you sit and wait, your heart pounding, for the noise to repeat itself.
It soon does, and you’re pretty sure that it’s the sound of someone walking, although you don’t look up over the counter to find out if you’re correct.
Whatever it is, it’s coming at regular intervals and it seems to be getting closer until it’s just outside the boutique.

Mustering up some resolve, you raise up until your eyes are over the metal counter, and look out into the mall.