[IC - Thomas Mullaney] As the truck drove along, all occupants, including Sophie, checked what gear they had for weapons. Clubs, Bats, Knives, Chainsaw...even a pistol. The truck turned a corner to see the mall. The horde that had circled it before were heading out to the nearby fields and houses. They weren't aware of the approaching truck, and they hoped to keep it that way... Screeech....Creak....crack Jack struggled to push the stick into 2nd gear as he approached the entrance to the mall. All the flesh eaters turned to see where the noise was coming from...and their appetites were reawakened as they saw 4 breathers in the truck... 'S***....I sure hope your buddies turn up quick mate or we're screwed' Matt poised his gun, Thomas gripped both a golf club and his sister, Jack threw another swig of beer down and kicked up his chainsaw. 'Ok let the good times roll....'