Sure, why not.

Quietly and carefully you sneak into the broken door. The entire front of the store is burned out and nothing of value can be seen anywhere. Deeper you go till you find a terrifying escalator of broken twisted metal next to a collapsed staircase and can't help but think the second floor might still hold something worth taking. Still you decide to check the entire first floor before taking the risk. Finally you make it to the mall entrance and see a fire burning in a barrel inside of the mall. The door into the mall is barricaded from the other side and by the look of it, the mall is occupied. “Great, it's full of mutants for sure. Oh, maybe I should just go be a ****. It's better than being eaten.”

‘So not going that way.’ You think and head back into the store making your way through the rubble toward the store room. Here you make your first creepy discovery, a nearly skeletal decomposed body lying on a mattress. “Sorry dude. So what killed you?” You ask the body. Looking it over you guess a gunshot to the head, self inflicted. “So where's the gun?” You ask.

Picking through the rubble you are amazed when you pick up a somewhat tarnished looking but in great condition steel pistol. Looking it over and popping out the magazine you can’t see any markings anywhere, but it is loaded with.45 acp ammo, 4 bullets, and the little numbers on the magazine indicate it holds 10. Fiddling with it you carefully find the decocking lever and with a lot of effort you pull back the slide and find a fifth bullet in the chamber that pops out when you rack the slide. A bit more effort and you get it reloaded, decocked, and tuck it in a holster you find that was clearly cast aside when he decided to end himself. The holster is on a way to big belt but as it is just a strap of leather all you will need to do is cut it off and make new holes for the buckle. For now you just sling it over your shoulder like your bedroll. The gun belt is kinda heavy, but you can't help but feel a lot safer, even if you can imagine pulling the trigger and the gun flying out of your tiny hands and knocking yourself out. “Still better than being eaten alive.”

The next hour you go over all of the store room and make two more finds. A pair of pink leather riding gloves that fit nicely, and a green plastic lighter that is over half full and works. Several rags and chair legs later and you have 6 torches in your bundle, plus a lit one in hand for light. Finished back here you turn your attention to the escalator. Half way up you see an arrow thud against the metal to your right, “Fuck.” You say and look around, realizing just how exposed you are.

“Not one more step.” A feminine but strong voice calls out. From the shadows above steps a blue skinned pointy eared dark elf woman with long flowing black hair, dressed in a grey and black sports bra, which holds magnificent DD to be sure, breasts, and a pair of khaki cargo shorts.

“No way, Emily is that you?”

This lightens her expression a bit, “No sorry, are you a NuYu too?”

“Ya. My friend Brittany wanted to be a Draenei, her sister Emily was going to be a dark elf. I was hoping if I woke up here then they would be somewhere around here as well.”

“How long have you been awake?” She asks lowering her bow.

“A few hours, you?”

“Over a year.”

“So what do you do for fun around here? Are there any normal people around?” You ask now climbing again.

“Ya most of the new cities you find are people trying to live and have a life, but that takes money and jobs are hard to come by. Plus everyone wants to fuck, literally and figuratively, us NuYu types, they know we don't know all about the world now and always take advantage of us. Most of us end up either as someone's property or as a scrounger like me. I find things in burnt out areas like this and sell it in town.”

“Sounds lonely.” You say as she reaches out and helps haul you up onto the second floor landing. You stumble a bit and notice with her 2” heel black ankle boots she is like 8” taller than you.

“It can be.” She says, softly her hand slides under your chin.