Wait a few Days.

It is a very unpleasant time.

The smell from the makeshift toilet continues to make each and every meal unpleasant, and the desire to try again outside becomes nearly unbearable. Every few hours, you creep to the door, and listen carefully. Occasionally, you hear what you think is movement or an engine, once in a while a gunshot rings out, and finally after the third day all noise ceases.

You finish the last morsel of chili from the last can on the fourth morning, and toss it into a pile with the others. Time to go.

You try to make as little noise as possible as you undo the deadbolt and pull the door open. The same devastated view as last time fills your vision, and you moves slowly towards the main section of the mall.

Here and there you see what looks like blood splattered against surfaces... and in several places you see what looks like torn and scattered women's clothing. No sign of any living person however. What had happened here? What had happened while you were hiding?

You strain your ears, listening again. Nothing but the distant sound of crows.

You could always do a quick search of the mall, since you all you have is a gun and a distressingly small amount of ammo, or you could try to get out of here. As it is, you feel incredibly nervous, as if you're being watched.