I felt like burning down the place as I walked in with myparents. They told me that I should get some clothes that are more cheerful with vibrant colors.
"Come on, Amy. Who's going to approach you to be friends if you keep your appearance like you worship the Devil on daily basis?"
"I don't need friends. I am fine all by myself, dad. I'm Goth and I like how I am dressed. Can we go now?"
"Not till you pick something to buy in this shop, Amy."
Clearly annoyed, I started looking around the shop for anything remotely Gothic. It's like finding a needle in a haystack for me. All these vibrant colors, conformist music playing in the background, I wished they would all go away permanently.
After searching for 5 minutes, I finally came across a belt that was only black in color. Too bad the buckle wasn't a skull though. I walked back to my parents and to my horror, they picked out a bright yellow blouse with a green cardigan for me to try on.
"Hell no am I wearing this, mum!"
"Language, Amy! And you will try this on. We'll not force you to take it home, but at least try it on. Who knows, you might like it."
"That's like asking your cooked food not to suck, mum."
Immediately, I grabbed the outfit and proceeded to the fitting rooms to avoid any trouble from my remarks. I wasn't going to try them on for sure, but going in the fitting room will at least give the impression to my parents that I tried and then I could get myself out of this hell hole.
On my way in, I heard some screams but I brushed it off - must be some random hobo refusing to leave mall premise. I sat in the fitting room and started texting my Goth friends.
Strange. None of my friends are responding. I got on Facebook and saw a few posts from my friends saying there are zombies out in the street.
Yea, right. If that's true, I won't have to be in a Banana Republic pretending to try on these ridiculous clothes.
And then the screams got louder - they were right in Banana Republic. Screams of agony, fear and disbelief filled the shop while I froze inside the fitting room, holding my breath.
Could it be? Zombie Apocalypse?
I won't take the risk of going out to be a victim. Mum and Dad, sorry. Instead I stayed inside the fitting room for hours waiting for the noise to subside.
I was going to use the time to gather more information with my phone - but guess what? The cell signal died right after I tried sending messages to my Goth friends. Great!
After few hours, when there was no noise for an hour in a row, I quietly sneaked out from the fitting room. A scene of chaos spread out in front of her eyes as the shop was covered with blood all over. An arm lied around the island showcasing the latest fashion for spring, a headless body lying on the cashier counter, a leg next to the mannequin's leg that was equally covered in blood.
Fascinating. At least the shop looks much better than before.
I felt indifferent about the situation unfolding in front of her. On 1 hand, all the things I hated about the world is definitely gone - that's the good part. The bad part is, life is going to be much more challenging since I need to get my hands dirty to survive.
As I exited Banana Republic, I saw that the rest of the mall was abandoned with trails of blood everywhere, carts flipped, doors knocked down.
Weapons. I need weapons.
I started looking at the directory to shops in the mall that would carry weapons I could use in this new world. A Tozando on the same floor of where I was? Perfect - a Katana would be an ideal companion for me.
And so my life in Zombicide began with my trusty Katana.
“I shouldn’t have to explain why we need to loot the makeup store.”
