Down in the Valley

The silver Camaro rounded the curb squealing tires ever so slightly.  At 45 MPH on the 25 MPH turn, the front end shuddered enough to blur the KNZE 2 on the vanity plates.  With the top down, Kinzie's long flowing hair screamed out the side window from the centripetal force as if trying to escape her skull.  The brake lights lit as the car skidded sideways along the end of the turn leading to the entrance to the Death Valley mall sending the rear quarter panel through the roaming dead standing in the middle of the street in front of the parking lot.  The train engine style front bumper sliced through the layers of the dead strewn in the parking lot on her way to the parking garage.  She lined the center point of the bumper with the carved out notch in the ramp and sped to the recommended 50 MPH on the handmade sign.  The front tires leaped from the pavement at the top of the ramp landing across the two foot wide gap at the edge of the next level.  The gap below lay stained in red from the bodies unable to understand the lack of floor and stumble to the grinders below.

Kinzie slammed down her foot on the brakes and directed the car into an open spot.  The engine idled as she checked and adjusted her hair from the drive. The engine cut out as she grabbed the keys and leaned to pull the machete from under the passenger seat next to her purse.  Her light weight knit jacket covered the slim leather holster she slid the large knife into before stepping away from her car and to the sliding doors outside of Macy's.  Just another quick trip to the mall and off for her mani-pedi appointment.