The food floor was having one of its historical days; those looking for a place to sit while walking around with their trays had to turn their heads like a confused ducks.
The lucky ones who settled on the tables had no choice but to look ahead. They thought that if they raised their heads, at least five people would get up next to them.
People were overwhelmed; while the voices of the children in the cinema queue resounded all over the floor, the ground and sky groaned with a loud shout that drowned them all at once.
"They opened a new sitting area by the toilets!"
Afterward, an image resembling the migration of tribes emerged. The zombies ran with great skill to avoid spilling the food and drinks on their plastic trays.
There was such a mess that no one could see what even a step away, which is what we wanted anyway, was. It was our third announcement in the past hour; they came running this way every time.
