<strong>June 1 (Day 10), 8:40 p.m. - Parking Garage, Mall, Downtown New Angeles.</strong><br/><br/>Luna was a lucky girl. In all of her creeping around to get into the mall proper, the pint-sized mechanic had nearly walked right into one of the walking dead! Like an idiot, just when she'd let her guard down she startled the damn thing with her small flashlight, leading to her scrambling backwards and into a car as it lunged for her. In a pure panic the girl dropped her flashlight, grabbed onto her wrench with both hands, and put everything she had into a wild swing to keep the zombie at bay! It was pure luck that the zombie had fearlessly dipped low in it's lunge, allowing her to smash it in the head, apparently dealing enough damage to it's brain to have it flop onto her lap twitching.<br/><br/>Still, she felt like she made too much noise. Between the clang of her wrench cracking open the zombie's head, and her own head bumping back against the car door, she decided that it would be best to leave the area immediately. Stopping only to shrug the zombie off of her and pick up her flashlight, the girl abandoned all pretense of stealth and made a mad dash for the closest entrance to the mall. If there was one thing she was good at, it was running away, and she figured fleeing from zombie was probably easier than fleeing from pissed off gangers with pistols! With a short hop she slid across the top of an abandoned sports car she really would've liked to have found before all this happened, and shouldered her way through a partially open set of double doors. Carefully, she stopped and closed the door, abandoning one of her smaller wrenches to slide into the handles to help block it off, just in case her noisy actions had lured any wandering zombies to chase her from the garage-side.<br/><br/>At the very least she was inside the mall now, and could scavange for some food or a better weapon. She'd never been to the mall in Downtown sadly, and the only map she could find was broken and smeared with blood, so Luna was forced to duck down and carefully sneak her way through blind. Bloody wrench in hand, she crept forward once more down the hallway to try and find . . well . . anything!