The second floor stretched before Reidar. It was basically a maze of gutted department store displays repurposed into makeshift living quarters and other things. Mannequins were lying stacked in corners, their plastic limbs tangled like casualties of war.
For some weird reason, the first thing Reidar thought was to use them as monster bait.
The air smelled strange, a mix of mildew and wood smoke. Reidar slipped past groups of survivors busy with chores.
Those who couldn't fight did their best cleaning or crafting with whatever spare materials they could find.
Clothes were everywhere; they were in a mall, after all. There was food too, and other stuff, even electronics, though they probably didn't work anymore because of mana. They even had a car section, but those weren't running either, something Reidar wanted to investigate as soon as he found the time and someone expert enough to fix whatever was broken or malfunctioning.
