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There were too many of them and the only direction was back. I pulled Mary away and ran in the other direction. Phillip followed right behind us. There was an alleyway just ahead. Maybe they won't notice if we hide in there. I made a sharp turn, followed by the two of them. We ducked behind the trash cans and hid there.

The army of screechers walked past, still moving at the same synchronized pace as before. They seemed more zombie-like than before. They weren't searching for us. No, they were heading for someplace. But where? They just marched onwards as if they were headed for war. But they seemed less "enthusiastic" than before.

Part of me wanted to tail them to see where they were headed but another part of me had to go back to find Elizabeth. The screechers can wait. I'm so close to finding Elizabeth, I can't get sidetracked now. We came out into the open smelling like a mix of rotten fish and decomposing vegetables. Mary choked and coughed hysterically. She was practically holding her breath throughout. We headed back to Westlake Street to continue our search for the gift shop.

Could it be this one? I peered into the shop. The sign read "Barry's GiftStore". It was empty, not a single person inside. Could they be in the back? I knocked on the door. No answer. I banged harder, and waited. Still no one. Not giving up i attempted to kick the door. I took a few steps back and charged into it. I have a feeling Elizabeth might be inside. The door rattled but it didn't budge. I didn't want to make too much of a commotion so I took one last look inside before moving on. The next store was "Paz' Present's the Future". What a cheesy name! I thought. I looked through the glass again. No one. Were they really all empty or were the people all hiding inside. There was no way I could try to ram down every single door until i found Elizabeth. So I thought of an idea. Maybe I could write a note and slide it into every shop and hope Elizabeth sees it.

"Do you have a notepad or some pieces of paper?" I asked Mary and Philip. They both shook their heads. All the stores were locked and there were no pieces of paper around. Or were there? There were flyers all over the street. Stuck onto lamposts and blown around by the wind. That's great. I ran and collected as many pieces of paper as I could. I looked like a crazy man running around collecting paper from the ground. Mary and Philip stood there and stared at me. "Give me a hand guys!" I shouted. They were reluctant but then finally agreed to help.

After I collected all the paper in sight, I counted the number of gift shops along Westlake street and then took the same number of paper. I then stuffed the rest into my backpack for future use. I took a pen from my pocket and began to write. Mary and Philip kept watch while I knelt down in the middle of the street to write.

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Greetings fellow survivors.

My name is James Marley and I am currently on Westlake Street looking for a lady (my wife) Elizabeth Marley. Please help me convey this message to her and ask her to reply to this note and place it outside your shop. I'll come around later and tap on your window. The creatures are currently not around so it's quite safe out here.

I mean no harm,

James Marley

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I had to write this another twelve times. Westlake Street was known as the place to look for gifts. How convenient. While I was writing suddenly Philip shouted, "Look, over there! A weapons dealer. Maybe we can break in and arm ourselves with something better than these lousy office equipment we took from Froumann." For a moment I thought he saw some screechers in the distance. I was almost done writing so I told them to hang on for a while. "You want us to break into a weapon shop? Are you mad? What if there are people inside? We would be killed before we manage to even break in." Mary said exasperatedly. "That's true. We should approach with caution. Make sure there isn't anyone inside before we try to enter."

I closed my pen cap and gathered the loose pieces of paper. Then the three of us headed over to the gun shop. "Revolverz: We supply all your gun needs." Yea right, like there are other times other than now that we actually need guns. And right now you're closed. The irony. I chuckled to myself. Mary looked at me strangely but decided to ignore me. There were all sorts of firearms hanging on the display window - SMGs, handguns, rifles, and even shotguns. What a gift shop! I thought to myself. Philip knocked on the door while Mary peered in. "Move aside!" Mary screamed. She tried to push Philip out of the way but it was too late. There was a loud bang and the glass on the front door shattered with a deafening sound. Philip flew backwards and hit the concrete pavement.