Go back to your hideout in the mall.

You sit there in shock for awhile, unable to completely come to grips with what you’d just done. You-you’ve killed a man. You’d raised the pistol with both hands and shot a nine-millimeter straight into his chest.

“C-come on now Alex, thi-this isn’t the first asshole you’ve had t-to take down. He was just l-like that freak who wa-was torturing people.” You mutter to yourself “It was self defense, n-no reason to feel sorry over pigs like them.”

After taking a few moments to collect yourself, you check “Officer Eddie’s” belt for anything that may be of use. You find a nightstick and a pair of carbon steel handcuffs on him, but not much else. You then grab your gun and carefully make your way back to the cellar, watchful for anymore “officers” that might be lurking around the mall.

After storing the nightstick and cuffs on a shelf and pushing a small homemade barricade in front of the entrance, you grab a meager meal of canned food and a glass of water from one of the mall fountains (the water pipes had stopped working about a week after the electricity went out) and crawl into bed. The blankets you have stacked on the wood pallets make it somewhat comfortable, but it’s still hard to sleep. The days events repeat themselves over and over again in your mind until you finally fall into a fitful sleep.

Morning comes with the sounds of a pair of noisy pigeons quarreling over a bread slice outside the door to your safe house. You take a quick breakfast of canned food and pack up your supplies in a backpack you had liberated from the sporting goods shop. After checking all your gear is tied up tight and wont fall out when you run you grab a map and whisper to yourself “Okay Alex girl, you can’t stay in here forever. It’s time to head on out of here and find a new place. If there’s one of those assholes here, there’s bound to be more, so I need to move. I could go towards downtown, bound to be more people there, but there’s likely to be more loonies and psychos there too. My best bet is probably to make my way to the suburbs, where there are less people about.”