Quickly you grab some things.

Not sure if the spell is really doing anything, you decide to make this quick. Looking around you quickly find your purse and reach into the case to grab a second pistol, a smaller one you can hide. You fiddle with several, finding them a bit hard to work the slide, and finally decide on a little titanium .38 revolver that holds 5 rounds, with about a 2” barrel, and another little semi-auto pistol that you simply can't resist, a pink polymer walther pk380. Next you raid the back room again so you can find the boxes for your guns, in case that will get them traced easier or something. You don't find the one for the 1911, but you do find another 1911 that is actually a bit nicer feeling and sort of a drab green color that is kinda cool and simply take it instead. The walther and revolver boxes you find pretty easily and are happy to find a second magazine inside of the box for the pistol. Looking at the extra magazine gets you thinking and you next raid the shelves for accessories. You find and take 5 clips for the 1911, only one more for the pk380, and find 3 speed loaders for the revolver. Once you have all of this you decide the next thing you are going to want is a backpack, and find a nice black nylon one that will hold a ton. Scooping everything inside you head back over and take a bunch of ammo, 5 boxes of 50 rounds of .38, a total of 8 small boxes of 20 rounds of .380 self defense ammo, and a big box of 200 rounds of .45 that weighs a ton. For a few moments you consider dumping the .45 because the ammo is just so heavy, but then you remember you have car keys, so somewhere outside there is a car you can stuff this stuff in.

Once you have all that, you realize you are still walking around wearing only shoes, panties, and a small thin tank top. “Slut.” You say with a laugh and make your way to the clothes. The selection here is basically just hunting and athletic clothes, but you figure it will have to do for now, hoping you have some somewhere that the former owner of this body wore. You find a pink racer back sports bra, another bit thicker black tank top, a pair of skin tight black pants that are kinda warm, and finally a light weight pink and white jacket that has a zip out liner and is really warm. Feeling warmer and safer you make your way to the exit. Looking around you don't see any cars right outside. Obviously your car is outside of the store you were attacked in, as in the vision the monster showed you, that is where you walked in. Looking to your wrist, you realize you have no idea how long you have been shopping and begin to panic just a little. Quickly you swipe a pink plastic banded sports watch then head back through the store to the mall entrance. With one last glance at the guns you still can't help but think you should take a rifle of some kind. “Hmmm....” But a noise from the door that leads outside catches your attention. Ducking behind a shelf you see a flashlight as well as the blue and red lights of a squad car. “And I'm out.” You say and make a run for it, hoping there is enough store between you and them that they can't possibly see you. Sliding under the door you loop an arm through the backpack and sling it over your shoulder, “Fuck this is heavy.” You grunt, pulling up the strap on your purse as well and head across the mall.

But you don't make it. From half way down the mall it becomes obvious that there are tons of people, most likely cops, all over the store where all the combat took place. Ducking into a hallway you run down the side till you find a locked door that you are sure leads outside. With another casting of the spell, you are outside, your head really throbbing after that casting, in fact you even notice a drop of blood from your nose, but it works, and you are out. Quietly and quickly you make your way outside, pulling the keys out, and thumb the button on the fob to see if there is any flash of lights. Nothing. You get all the way to the area with all the cops and do it again, again nothing. Looking around you spot a row of bushes and head there. Past these is a crappy looking taco joint, and sure enough in the lot is a single car, a mid 2000's Subaru outback, dark green. Thumbing the fob the lights blink and you let out a sigh of relief, open the back, and toss in the backpack. “Fuck I didn't get a holster.” You think suddenly, but close the back, go around, and climb into the drivers seat, firing the car to life with ease. “Now what?” You ask yourself in the mirror.