Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 1:06 PM.

Little Rock sat down in the middle of the shopping center as she adjusted her favorite striped shirt and jacket. Her dark-brown hair fell onto her face, and she quickly pushed it back, revealing her youthful features. She was waiting for her older sister, Wichita, who was checking the place out with Columbus and Tallahassee.

She glanced around idly before taking out a Twinkie from her bag that she had stolen from Tallahassee earlier. She tore the wrapper off and took a bite, her eyes lighting up in delight as the sweetness hit her tongue. She continued to enjoy her Twinkie, taking small bites and savoring the taste, oblivious to her surroundings for a moment.

The mall was largely empty besides herself, Wichita, Columbus, and Tallahassee. The stores around her displayed a ghostly atmosphere, with clothes hanging limply on racks and shelves dust-covered. A few of the stores had been looted, their windows shattered, and merchandise scattered on the floor.

Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her and quickly dropped into a defensive stance, one hand gripping the Twinkie and the other reaching for her Taurus Model 62C Takedown Rifle strapped to her back. "I know you're there, whoever you are," Little Rock said in a young yet oddly firm tone before taking another bite of the Twinkie despite the situation.

A few moments later, you approached Little Rock, coming out of your hiding place. She tensed up as you stepped into her line of sight, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. She took another bite of her Twinkie, the sweetness momentarily distracting her.

"Who are you?" she said calmly, her voice muffled by the Twinkie she was chewing on.

What will you do?