In the dimly lit remains of a once-vibrant shopping mall, a horde of santa claus zombies shuffles aimlessly among the debris of shattered storefronts and scattered merchandise. Their grotesque bodies, adorned with tattered clothing, move with a disjointed, jerky rhythm, limbs swaying unnaturally as they stumble over broken glass and abandoned carts. The air is thick with the stale scent of decay, mingling with the faint aroma of spilled food. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow, creating long shadows that stretch across the cracked tile floor. Low, guttural moans fill the atmosphere, echoing off the walls, as the zombies converge, drawn by the slightest sound, transforming the mall into a nightmarish labyrinth of horror.
