The Mall 2.1

Part 1

Where are you, really?

Hours ago, you were clocking out of work when you suddenly remembered that today was the anniversary of your engagement to your significant other. Briefly, you panicked and started asking your co-workers about nearby jewelry stores. All but one cited stores that were closed now; your co-worker Matt had a different suggestion.
"There's this mall 5 miles away from here that kinda sorta still has stores and shit there. I know they have a Kay's," Matt told you, "No one I know's gone there since that thing a while back, though."
He explains that, seven years ago, there was a spree shooter in the aforementioned mall. The dude entered through the back entrance before brandishing three semi-automatic pistols. The shooter killed everyone in that corner of the mall and would have gone further if the hallway to the rest of the mall weren't so narrow. The shooter met his end in that hallway once SWAT arrived; he had claimed 12 lives and wounded 7 others in his wake. Since that day, the mall sees little, if any, patronage. Mallgoers are either old, kids playing hooky, or questionable; none of them dare walk down that corner and, if you were smart, you would avoid it as well.
You thank Matt for the intel and head towards your shitty Geo, double-parked behind an SUV belonging to a fellow temp that died two days ago. You don't know the details behind that, all you know is dude is not going to back up out of that spot anytime soon. You putt-putt out of sight, heading for the ratshit apartment that you call home.
What Matt told you caught your intrigue, though. You could come home empty handed on your anniversary and never hear the end of it OR you could visit a Kay's in a creepy mall and come home late, yet loaded with a choice piece of jewelry. You drive down the highway and note the signs pointing towards the exit to this mall. What do you do?

If you kept driving, this is where the story ends. Your significant other rails you for forgetting your anniversary. Things between you become uneasy, almost to the point of hostile. You would marry and divorce in the same year; as for this job you're in, you no longer have it. You were fired on a whim and now try to sustain yourself on the income of a pretzel clerk.

The End

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You're not superstitious enough to pass up an opportunity like this, though. After passing three cars driven by old assholes, you get off on the exit towards this mall, hoping the guy you've known for all of four days isn't steering you wrong. You eventually pull up to the front parking lot of this mall...