Luckily for him, one of the items he previously outfitted himself with was a vented helmet. Made to protect one from paintball, it also did an admirable job shielding his face from the blood. Unfortunately, it also covers up the goggles, and since he lacks anything to clean it off with, and can't see to find something, it is immediately removed.<br/><br/>The bat, broken and useless now, was discarded next to the slain zombie. He picks out another one from the rack, half tempted to return to the paintball section to get another helmet, but he decides it might be just as well.  Better to get something that will kill these fuckers from far enough away where he doesn't need to worry about blood spatter. Still, he carried the spare bat with him 'til he reached the gun counter, not knowing if their would be any other infected inside.<br/><br/>"Relax, I'm not infected." He would casually say to anybody that seemed to be giving him the evil eye, on account of the gore that got on his armor. When he did get to the gun counter, he noticed a lot of people all geared up, and honestly, that made him nervous; who knows how composed they could be. What's to stop them from massacring each other over a perceived threat?<br/><br/>He grabbed the Circuit Judge, and checked it out.  He had been hunting before, a few times, when he was younger, with his father, but he had never really owned a gun, seemingly preferring video games to the real thing.  But he still remembered enough about properly holding a gun and using it that he wouldn't be a total clutz.<br/><br/>Still, he spent a few minutes just sort of checking it, and looking for his co-worker that was manning the gun counter some questions about it; specifically, what in the hell sort of ammo he should be using, and if they have any left. He'd likely end up with a box of .45's, take enough time to fully load the Judge, then set off again.<br/><br/>Where was he headed this time? Camping supplies. Back to the camping supplies. He wanted to get himself a backpack, and stow away a random assortment of the pre-cooked foods (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/family/index.jsp?categoryId=4415030) before they go disappearing off the shelves; who in the hell knows how long they might be trapped here, or what the state of the world beyond the mall is? Even if he could made it back to his apartment (His ultimate goal), it would likely behoove him to take food with him that has a good shelf life.