Norman groaned inwardly at the suggestion of going through an emergency exit. After all, wasn't it only two years ago that he had been in downtown Los Angeles going down a dark flight of stairs in a parking garage to get to his car and had almost gotten mugged? Of course, the would-be muggers weren't flesh hungry cannibals slash zombies that were now almost done feasting on their first(or latest) victim.<br/><br/>Right then. They needed to move. Now.<br/><br/>"Yeah, come on." Norman wasn't the largest man, but days spent on the cold sidewalks of New Jersey running endless miles listening to Macklemore was kicking in. He stayed next to Carrie as best he could while attempting to ram his way through the crowd that had thinned out. Most had probably made it to the parking garage already and the stragglers would be left to fend for themselves.<br/><br/>There were double glass doors underneath the sign, Norman opening them both to find a sterile hallway with fluorescent lighting guiding their path. On both sides of the hall were doors labeled with different numerical sequences, but what made Norman rather happy was the door at the end of the hall that read in bold letters: EXIT. As they made their way down the hall, Norman could hear muffled...shouts? No, but then there was a crash behind them.<br/>"Not looking! Neither should you!" Norman pressed down on the silver bar at the exit door and allowed Carrie in before shutting it, catching a glimpse of more of the psychopaths terrorizing the mall, their ambling growing in speed as Norman closed the door, pushing it hard into place for good measure. They were now in a stairwell that ascended and descended.<br/>"Should be police officers on the ground level, right? Would make sense." He took a step downward just as he heard a thudding against the exit door. Another thud.<br/>"Ok, down it is." He descended as fast as he could, thuds coming at every exit door except for the one on the ground floor, which he opened quickly to only be greeted by cars jammed up in the parking garage, horns blaring. It was a total standstill and coming down the ramp were the ambling monsters, clawing at car doors and windows, attempting to open the vehicles.<br/>"Well...we're walking, aren't we?"