The mall doors were locked when Noah tried the handle
Sera rolled her eyes. Did he really think that the doors being locked mattered right now? That we were going to turn around simply because they wouldn't open?
She looked down at the ground beneath her boots.
"Fuck off," sneered Noah, moving around the shattered glass and stepped through the locked door.
While the government might be telling everyone to say in doors, not everyone was listening.
Registers were looted, the food court was overturned, and what was once a symbol of mindless comfort had become a wind tunnel of cold tile and half-frozen air. Posters curled off the walls. The smell of stale fryer oil and rot clung to every surface.
Alexei stepped through after Noah, his blade drawn, his smile a little too casual. "Lovely. Reminds me of Country S. Brings back childhood memories."
