As of now it's too late to turn back, unless I give it some time. Like, a year RP-wise.
Anyway, blah blah blah, stabbing crazies. Blah blah blah, make it to the mall.
Blah blah blah, stab more crazies. Find 9mm ammo.
Hooray, makes a huge difference or something. Yay.
"Bloody hell. I don't have their number. Wait, that smartphone. I called it."