As Vix heard someone, probably a policeman, call for everyone to move to the camping section, she grumbled under her breath.  Grabbing a laptop that she'd been looking at, she started to wander out towards the camping area.  With the huge signs, it wasn't difficult to find, even though she'd never been in that area.<br/><br/>That's when she saw it.  There was a zombie walking loose.  It couldn't be real, of course; it just meant that she hadn't been taking her medication often enough.  It was simple enough to tell herself that it wasn't real, but panic was setting in.  She didn't want to have an episode here in the middle of the Walmart.  Even if it was only 3am, it was still so very embarrassing, and that wench Becky already had covered her Facebook wall with the last time Vix freaked out.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, trying to remember what her therapist had said.  She had to imagine, vividly imagine, something happening to the hallucinations in order to get rid of them.  It had worked with the mushroom savages, but she really had to concentrate, focus and listen.  Zombies were fought with guns, right?  Gripping the box of the laptop tight in her arms, she concentrated and listened for the concussive force of a firearm, a sign that she'd been successful.<br/><br/>Somebody was yelling something, but she wasn't really listening.