<strong>&lt;Liam&gt; - Tag: &lt;Lovesack&gt;</strong><br/><br/>Liam gasped for breath as he hid from the hordes. Crouched low behind a massive beanbag, he tried his hardest not to make a sound. Looking around, he tried to see if there was a back exit to the store. He'd be royally screwed were he to get trapped in this mall with those...he hesitated to call them people. Whatever was wrong with them...they were barely human. He was lucky. He had been one of those closest to the doors, and had been able to get inside relatively unharmed. Unfortunately, his left arm had been ripped off his suit. He looked down at it sadly. It had been Armani.