Cheryl gave the shop clerk who suggested throwing her out a furious look and crossed her arms, muttering some things to herself. While she sat down, Michelle looked around the shop for anything to defend themselves with but other than clothes hangers and some chairs they used to barricade the doors, there wasn't a lot.<br/><br/><em>Why did she need a dress and not something more useful in a zombie apocalypse?</em><br/>Michelle looked at Cheryl and despite she secretly loved her friend, right now she wished she would have stayed at home. She looked at the other people in the shop for any clues of panic or intelligence but she found the same numb look she probably had herself. What in the world was going on out there?<br/><br/>Cheryl shrieked as the ceiling panel came down but otherwise kept quiet.<br/><br/>"Safer shops? You mean with guns?"<br/><br/>Michelle didn't like guns but she wouldn't mind holding one right now after seeing what had happened to Jamy from up close and personal. Anything would be better than to stay here and watch the mindless horde shuffle about in the mall. Once the door would be opened they were in serious troubles unless Cheryl would be worldchampion in weilding her handbag as a weapon. She might just be. Dropping the clothes hanger she had been holding like a sword, Michelle rallied everybody. She was the most agile and she would probably make the jump up and pull herself up with some help from the people above.<br/><br/>"Alright let's go."<br/><br/>She needed a chair to help the others up there but as she looked at the barricade and the things on the other side of the door, she decided that her hands would do just as fine. They only needed something to keep their balance. After a quick search she pointed to the wall in the back of the shop.<br/><br/>"Can you go there? It's easier for us to get up there."<br/><br/>Moments later she locked her fingers and with the help from another shop clerk first helped the manager up. When Cheryl was up Michelle stopped her.<br/>"Take off your shoes," she said pointing to the heels Cheryl was wearing.<br/>"My shoes? They are expensive!"<br/>"But you'll pierce my hands with your heels. Take them off."<br/><br/>Reluctantly Cheryl took them off and put them in her bag and was helped up. With the shop clerks and Cheryl now in the ceiling, it was time for Michelle. She needed a step and knew she had to find a chair. Quickly as she could she ran to the barricade, grabbed a chair and ran back. She had been giving all the others a push to push them in the arms and hands from the people above but she had no options but to jump high enough, hoping somebody would grab her. Climbing onto the chair, she held her breath, looked up, squatted for better leverage and then jumped up, her hands reaching for the ceiling.