Richard has been waiting by the Starbucks on the first floor, drinking a Frappuccino. It was right inside the main entrance of the mall, the perfect place to meet his sister or any other survivors seeking refuge. He had been waiting for hours, his spare janitor keys on the table. On one of the many times he glanced out the main entrance's laminated glass doors, he saw a person running toward the mall. He smiled and stood up.<br/><br/><em>"I hope its her, I don't want to live on without what little I have left in this world. Promise or no."</em><br/><br/>He ran to the doors and unlocked them, almost dropping the keys in his careless haste to find the right one.