The last announcement over the store intercom stopped Chad in his tracks.  Suddenly, he wasn't quite so sure that front of the store was the safest place.  Looking around, he saw signs of mounting confusion and chaos.  People were running through the aisles and he heard shouting and things hitting the floor.  He started heading towards the camping section when he saw her.<br/><br/>She was standing in the middle of the aisle, her back to him, not moving.  Clutching a laptop box in her arms, she appeared rooted to the spot.  Approaching her were two... people, if you could still call them that.  One of them was a young man -- but a large chunk of his face seemed to have been chewed off and there was blood all over the front of his now pale body, t-shirt and sweats.  The other was a young woman -- possibly his girlfriend by the way they were walking together -- who was missing an arm and had the same impossibly pale, clammy complexion.  They were lurching and dragging their feet as they approached the girl.<br/><br/>Chad launched himself forward at a run, grabbed the girl's arm and said, "Come on, let's go, let's GO."  He half-encouraged, half-dragged the girl back down the aisle and away from the... whatever the hell they were.