<strong>June 1 (Day 10), 8:41 p.m. - Jackals and Shots (hunting supply store), Mall, Downtown.</strong><br/>Eight minutes after Chris had joined their growing group of survivors, Caitlin had put his wrist in splints and bandaged the entire package in such a way that he couldn't move his wrist, but that he still had enough flexibility to use guns and knives, though she warned him not to overexercise his wrist.<br/><br/>“Maybe a short introduction is in order,” Caitlin suggested with a soft voice, still wary of zombies overhearing them, “That way we all know who everybody is. Can everybody tell their name, their profession and what they were planning to do after visiting the mall? After introductions are over I want to suggest that we scavenge for supplies and figure out what to do next.”<br/><br/>Caitlin looked around the group of survivors and saw six faces that either nodded, or grunted their approval of her idea.<br/><br/>“Well, I suppose I'm first then...” Caitlin started, feeling a bit uncomfortable now that she seemed to be the center of attention.<br/><br/>“I'm Caitlin Walker, twenty-three years old and I worked as nurse at Mercy Hospital, before it was overrun by the zombies. I met Carl several days ago after I lost my fiancé to the first zombie we encountered and we've been together since. After scavenging supplies here I was thinking of finding a safe house for the night and see if I can find a way out of the city.”<br/><br/>Caitlin looked at Carl and indicated that he should say something next.<br/><br/>Carl let out a deep sigh, before he said, “I'm Carl Johnson and I am... Was... The priest of Saint Mary Church, which is two blocks away from here. Earlier tonight there was an accident and those demons overran the church, killing the survivors that were still inside.”<br/><br/>Carl's tone had turned quite venomous as he spat out these last words, indicating his disgust with the zombies.<br/><br/>After he took a moment to regain his composure, Carl continued, “I'm planning to take back the Lord's house and offer refuge and comfort to the survivors that are still out there and need my help.”<br/><br/>Sternly he looked around with hope in his eyes to find supporters for his holy cause, his eyes especially resting a long moment on Chris, but he found none. Carl bit his tongue and let somebody else tell his or her tale instead.