Strange Conversations: Part Three Hundred and Twenty-Two

At the shopping centre, early Sunday morning. (Well, earylish. 9:30am counts as early on a Sunday.)

ME: It’s really weird here. Why are there only three other cars here? Where’s everybody else?
NICK: Dunno.
ME: Oh no!
NICK: What?!
ME: Zombie apocalypse.
NICK: It’s possible.
(Long pause, in which we examine all the convenient hiding places nearby.)
ME: Look, that man’s going in!
NICK: Well, we’ll watch and see if he gets eaten.
(We watch. He makes it through the automatic doors safely.)
ME: Maybe they don’t attack until you’re well inside?
NICK: We’ll keep watching, just in case.
ME: He’s looking at us! Try and look as though we’re not waiting for him to get eaten by a zombie!