Mia
We spilt off in the mall. I was with Mr. Rick, and we snuck down the aisle with the food court.
"So," Mr. Rick said, "What's the deal with you and Carl?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Something's changed between you two," he said.
"Mr. Rick-"
"Call me Rick,"
"Ok, Rick, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," I say.
He gives me a funny look, then turns into a restaurant and grabs frozen foods.
I go to a nearby restaurant and walk into the freezer. I grab frozen items and stuff them in my back. I hear crinkling of bags. A couple bags fall to the floor. I turn around and a geek is a foot away from me. I reach for my dagger, but I fumble and it falls to the floor. It grabs me by the shoulders and I grab it by the neck. Its teeth gnash while it tries to bite my arm. With my free hand, I reach for my knife. It's centimeters from my hand. I inch myself closer and I grab it. I stab it in the eye, and it falls on me. I shove it off, and I run out of the restaurant. I lean against the wall to catch my breath. I look up, and there's an athletic store place. I look down at my Vans. They're held together by some duct tape. I sneak into the store and look around. I see a pair of combat boots with steel toes. They're also pretty cute. I grab the display pair and try them on. They fit perfectly. I lace them up and throw my old shoes out of the store. I also see some brown leather workout gloves. They seem useful, so I slip them on. I see a belt with a knife holster. I grab it and buckle it around my waist. I look for weapons and stuff some guns, knives, and ammo into my bag. I then strut out of the store and wait for Rick.