He finally reached the desroyed third story stairs, and found the ladder he kept near it should anything like this happen. He quickly placed it and climbed down to the second floor, looking out for the kid he'd seen in the streets. He scanned the empty lobby for him, hoping he'd make it, hoping he'd be okay, and hoping that he'd not accidently lure any of the infected to his hide out. "Hey, you still there? Come on, I can get you up here to safety!"<br/><br/>~ Many zombies were moving now, a flare had gone off, an explosion occured, and a man was yelling into the streets, by now, many of the infected were moving towards these happenings. A few had found their way into the mall, wandering around the empty stores. Some were headed for the crash, it was something, anything, that could mean food. And some were that were meandering the streets were searching for the owner of the voice that had shouted into the streets.