Chapter Twenty-Two
The pair parked up and brushed themselves off before heading towards the front doors of the shopping centre. The blood and guts had now dried, moulding itself onto their clothes. Their hands and faces were dyed a dark, deep red, and thick, dry blood was trapped behind their fingernails. They were in desperate need of a wash and a change of clothing. The electric door wasn't in operation as they stood helplessly in front of it. Max jammed the sharp end of his machete between the metal plates and wrenched it open a c***k, before clawing his fingers in between and pulling it open the rest of the way. Lizzie scampered through, with Max bounding in behind her as the doors slid shut once more. Lizzie's eyes lit up, taking in what lay before her: clothes shops, cafes, ice cream booths and vendin
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