Richard carried her inside as quickly as he could. Once inside he put her down on the cold floor of the mall's entrance. He whipped himself around just in time to slam the door shut and lock it. As he withdrew the key from the lock, the first zombie slammed into the glass door with a sickening thud. The glass door held and then the other zombies arrived. The pawed and pounded upon the glass but to no great effect. He shrugged and ran to the information desk, which usually had a first aid kit and a few other things beneath the counter. After a couple of minutes he rushed back to his sister, out of breath but with the kit in hand. He knelt down beside her and started rummaging through the kit for something to stop the bleeding. He smiled as he found the hemostatic gauze, scissors, and medical tape. He cut an appropriate strip of gauze and placed it gently against her most grievous wound.