“The plan is to keep our asses moving to somewhere less covered with flea fuckers filled with a shit load of can spinach, maybe kill some of the bastards along the way.” That was Sergeant Williams’ play for now at least. Get somewhere safe they could bunker down and ride out the storm. A safe place that- “The mall!?” Williams’ thoughts were broken as he spun around and looked to those behind him, a moment away from chewing out that blond idiot who was so firmly locked into her phone but something made him stop as he looked at the gun-toting hick and then back to the cheerleader. “Ain’t we missing someone?”<br/><br/>The homeless woman, where the fuck was she now? Off doing something stupid near the processed meats, no doubt, and with a few loud boot steps the woman was found with her paraphernalia… and actual drugs. (However she was found near the cheese and not the meat so at least that was something to look forward on.) Well screw her; they had a flea-riddled-life to handle. Though it might be something the crack whore was used to… giant fleas trying to eat you and all.