"The first store on your left is the clothing store; everything else is prohibited because me and Hisoka haven't cleared it out; however, if you have a Deathwish, you are welcome to visit any of the other stores in the area," Gittarackur stated, gesturing towards the front of the store which hadn't been blocked off by a few stone barriers.

"We've all had combat experience, why can't we explore the rest of the mall?" I made an inquiry. Were they underestimating us? or had they already cleared the majority of the mall? With a slight smirk on his face, Hisoka glanced at me. "Yes, we appreciate that. However, outside the entrance of the mall, there is a distinct type of walker. These walkers are relatively silent and conduct stealth attacks. When I and Ill- Gittarackur, attempted to search the mall, we were both attacked~."

Gittarackur cast a glance towards Hisoka, and for the first time, I observed the smirk on his face disappear. Hisoka grinned sheepishly as he wrapped his arm around Gittarackur's waist and breathed something into his ear that only they could hear. I couldn't see his reaction because of his mask, but he straightened his posture slightly and cleared his throat before unwrapping Hisoka from his waist.

"Right now, we're going to look for some clothes. C'mon, boys, tell me which outfit you think I look best in." We begrudgingly followed Bisky as she marched towards the clothing store. The racks were crammed with martial gear, leather products, and other items you'd see a motorcycle gang wearing. "We hoped it would be effective and long-lasting," Gittarackur remarked this while taking a seat against a nearby wall. "Help yourselves."

On that comment, Bisky strolled to the women's aisle and began scrolling through the various outfits. "This isn't my style, but it'll have to suffice. You guys can do whatever you want while I choose a few things."

The store was small and had a retro vibe. The walls were black with random circles of color splattered across them. L.E.D lights hung on the walls; most had burned out over time, while others flickered every now and then. A few racks were on the right side of the store, and the pay register was on the left.

I, like everyone else, went through the racks. Killua leaned against me from behind and whispered in my ear, "I don't trust them. I'm certain they're hiding something." I blushed and trembled, but obliged with a nod. "Gittarackur was upset by something Hisoka said. Or perhaps something he nearly said." I replied before returning to my outfit search. "Did you notice that as well?" Killua spoke in hushed tones. "Yes, I did. Go put some clean clothes on because yours are filthy. Please let me know if you are having issues changing." I winked and proceeded to the next rack.

It didn't take long for me to select something to wear and change behind a small room separated by a thin curtain. I eventually left the room, wearing dark brown cargo pants with a black belt, a black t-shirt, and imitation leather fingerless gloves that ascended my arms. The black combat boots, on the other hand, remain. They're doing fine for the time being.

Killua strode out of the stall next to me, wearing beige loose jeans, a dark blue turtleneck, and what appeared to be new shoes. "You're looking good, handsome." I grinned as I pointed finger guns at him, causing him to look away and comb the back of his fluffy hair. "Idiot, shut up. That's cringe. I guess you look good too though."

"We'll take these," Zushi stated, pushing us back to make space for himself and Ikalgo to take our stalls. Leorio exited the third and last stall, dressed entirely in black, including stretchy leggings, a low-neck knitted long-sleeved sweater, and a white button-up underneath. A black jacket that seemed like it belonged to a suit hung over his shoulders.

"Do you have a business meeting or something?" Killua commented, somewhat snickering. Leorio scoffed and gestured towards his attire. "This is what I enjoy wearing. Besides, I need to look decent for the end of the world. Am I right?" We shared a laugh. I'm not sure how long it's been since we've all been truly happy together.

"Hah, I finished first!" Ikalgo exclaimed as he emerged from behind the drapes. "It's just that I have more stuff than you." Ikalgo was dressed in dark blue jeans, black sneakers, a grey t-shirt, and a denim blue jacket sweater.

"In any case, mine looks better than yours." Zushi asserted, brushing away the curtain and walking out as though on a runway. He was dressed in white sneakers, black ripped jeans, a black belt, and a lengthy chain across his hip. He was dressed in a maroon pullover with a black thin hoodie overtop and a delicate chain around his neck.

"I certainly have the style made." He surveyed each of us from head to toe, faking a look of disgust. Ikalgo scoffed and shoved his shoulder, resulting in a minor brawl between them. "Okay, kids, I'm going to try on a few things and display them to you. Tell me which one you favor!" While struggling to carry a large pile of garments into one of the unoccupied stalls and dropping it on the floor, Bisky stated. Almost everyone complained, and I had a suspicion we'd be here for a while.

"Are you almost done~?" Hisoka questioned from behind me, nearly making me jump out of my skin. "How in the heck did you get there?" I murmured, moving a little more away. "Just as the girl was about to enter the stall. Is she planning to put everything on?" Hisoka answered by impatiently clicking his heel. "Yeah, I'm not sure who she's trying to impress. Perhaps she'll fall in love with a walker of some sort." Zushi cracked a joke. Hisoka sighed and swung around to sit next to Gittarackur once again.

"This is going to take forever."

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Bisky hesitantly chose one of her first outfits, which consisted of blue ripped jean leggings, white converse shoes, a white tank top, and a black hoodie overtop. She tossed the rest of the items into a pile in the store's corner and skipped towards the exit, clapping her hands.

"I'd like to see the walkers myself so I know I can take on anything in the future," I muttered to Killua, who was walking next to me. "I feel the same way, but those guys were acting pretty defensive about it." He responded, returning his gaze to the barriers the two guys had constructed. "Can me and Gon look around behind the barriers, dudes?" Killua queried, grabbing their attention.

"Didn't we warn you about the circumstances? They are far more powerful than the average walker." Gittarackur replied, turning to stare at Killua and me. "We want to see how strong they are. Will you let us?" I interjected myself into the conversation. He seems to have been considering before concluding, "That is fine. As long as I and Hisoka accompany you both. Anyone who wants to remain outside may do so at the car or on this side of the barriers." He responded, leading both me and Killua to grin at each other.

"I'm staying, I don't want to get my new clothes dirty," Bisky said as she sat on a bench carefully.

"I'm staying too. This suit's not going to look good forever." Leorio replied, sitting crisscrossed against the wall.

"I'm staying, sounds creepy." Zushi crossed his arms against his chest.

"I'll stay too, I'm not going anywhere near advanced walkers." Ikalgo sat next to Bisky on the bench she was sitting on.

"Then it's just the four of us. What do you think? I advise that we get our weapons and get right to it." I started as I marched towards the car parked beside the front doors. "This will be a great training opportunity."