As the group starts their patrol the store appears mostly silent.  A few birds flew back and forth across the store; banging into displays and knocking over the occasional item.  The group is about halfway through their sweep of the clothing section when you hear a low raspy moan coming from arts and crafts.  In the moment of distraction a hidden pair of arms lash out from a circular rack of sun dresses and lash their hands around Alex's left ankle.<br/><br/>A gruesome form lunges out from among the clothing.  It makes no moan; only a sick gurgle.  The large zombie has no lower jaw and instead posses an open wound from the bottom of its palette down to a gaping hole in its chest that split its ribcage.  Black, sticky gore falls out of the open chest cavity onto the floor with a sick splat.  Zack raises its head and clumsily throws it forward toward Alex's thigh.