The mall was a cold, annoying place. What once was a favorite among the civilians of the small town was now an empty void of mist, an eery presence keeping them stuck inside of the mall, forced to ration food and even create rules. Of course, Vic being Vic, he hated this. Despised it.

He sat on one of the steps, silently planning how to plot against them or something. He always wanted to be the hero, and he always had his dumbass friend Ted to back him up! He glanced around, staying on the step. He was already on a warning. Well. Two. Maybe three. First time because he laughed and made fun of the ruler, second because he threw one of the dead bodies out to see if whatever was our there would take it. Third, well, just because he was Vic, really. Nobody exactly... Liked. Being around him!

He didn't care though.