You step into the store, which is cold, empty, and dark - such a contrast from before this whole damn zombie business. You wander up and down the aisles, pondering the essence of mankind and similar philosophical debates, and helping yourself to the Easter chocolate. It's a bit stale, but it still tastes good - especially the dark chocolate, that keeps really well. Yum.

Biting the ear from a marbled bunny rabbit, you hear a revving sound, like an engine, somewhere in the kitchen supplies aisle.