Bamboozle-Man and the Responders

(We open at the Fiction City Mall where Bamboozle-Man is being thrown out of an Anime Store by a security guard)

Rent-A-Cop: Alright, buddy get moving.

BM: What'd I do? I was minding my own business.

Rent-A-Cop: I saw you trying to pocket that Pikachu plushie. I'm not blind.

BM: With those shoes? Coulda fooled me, Paul Blart.

Rent-A-Cop: Get outta here!

BM: I'm going, I'm going! Jeezus.

(Bamboozle-Man turned the corner and took off his hat and pulled out a Sailor Moon DVD)

BM: *laughs* Sucker. Fell for the ol' switcheroo. Now I can finally see why people keep saying I remind them of this Tuxedo Mask dude. But first, I think I deserve some good old fashion food court food. To the corn dog stand!

(Bamboozle-Man ran off to the corn dog stand in the massive circular food court. Meanwhile in the back hallways of the mall, the security guard who was previously bamboozled was about to start his lunch break)

Rent-A-Cop: God. Another day of idiots thinking they can get one over on me. I need a break.

(As he was walking, he soon felt a subtle rumbling underneath his feet)

Rent-A-Cop: What the-

(Suddenly, the ground cracked and caved in as a large monstrous figure burst from the ground. A massive bear with fur caked in blood and dirt, bloodshot red eyes, rotting flesh, and cybernetic limbs.)

Rent-A-Cop: OH MY GOD!

???: He won't help you here. But you on the other hand. You can help me!

(The monster bit the security guard savagely, quickly infecting him with an unknown virus.)

Rent-A-Cop: Gah! Get away from me!

(The security guard, already feeling the effects of the bite, ran out to the food court and bumped into Bamboozle-Man, causing him to drop his freshly purchased corn dog)

BM: Hey! My corndog!

Rent-A-Cop: Help....me!

BM: After what you just did? No way! Wait, is this about the anime store? I did NOT steal that Sailor Moon DVD.

Rent-A-Cop: *gurgling noises*

(The guard's skin darkened and rotted quickly as it took a more green hue. He began to groan in a ghastly manner)

BM: Uhhhh, you look like you just had something worse than a corndog. Which isn't saying much because that stand has a C for its health inspection score.

Corn dog stand guy: Hey!

BM: Oh don't act like I didn't see you pick your nose back there. Do better, Jerry!

(The guard arose, now heaving and hungry. He had the same bloodshot eyes as the creature that infected him earlier. He was now a full fledged mindless undead creature. A zombie)

Rent-A-Cop: *zombie noises*

(The zombified guard reached for Bamboozle-Man in an attempt to infect him as well but was quickly dodged)

BM: Hey! No touching the cape. This is vintage.

(From the same door the guard shambled out of earlier, came several screams and the roar of the creature that started all of this. The people in the food court grew concerned as they watched in shock and horror. Suddenly, several more already fully transformed employees emerged from the back hallways along with a few subway line workers from underground)