Colin didn't have another option: he needed to get a weapon of some kind and fast. But really, what was he gonna take them out with, a bra slingshot?
He found a solution: a tailor area with some busted coat hangers in a pile, some fabric, fabric glue, and a display with glass vases. He smashed the vases and bent up some coat hangers, rapidly securing them with fabric. Then he wrapped fabric around the metal and his hands before applying the fabric glue and dipping them in the broken glass.
He stood there waiting, his heart racing as the sirens blared on and on for another ten minutes before shutting off. It took thiry minutes for the bimbos to figure out about the up escalator, but unluckily for them, the glue was already dry by then. Colin threw a punch a tore clean through a bimbo's throat in one swift motion, blood spraying all over him. Two more ran up and took a wolverine style stab to the gut before being thrown over the side to the ground below. The gamer's blood was pumping; if he weren't at risk of becoming a bimbo, it would have been invigorating. He could almost imagine doing that in a zombie game.
"Ingenuity for the win!" Colin cheered right as footsteps entered the building. It was...