Everything felt very orange - the supermarket’s livery. Every space was taken by the spatially challenged. If I tried to step out the way of an approaching zombie they’d change tack at precisely the wrong moment so that I might as well not have bothered. A life-sized Barbie Doll strolled among the freezers studying the boxes of frozen chicken nuggets as if they were the spines of academic periodicals on a library shelf. She checked her reflection in the chilled glass of an upright freezer. Don’t worry babe, you’re still here, tangible and desirable as a chicken nugget replete with dipping sauce.
Somehow we got to the conveyor that led us out of there.