Jacie takes in her immediate surroundings, not forgetting to add the weird zombie dude.

If she could climb, she would. If there was an escape opening, she would gladly take it. If she had to fight...She would do it.

(That's so cool! I don't have much of anything. :P I guess that is my fault. :3)

(Yea I don't have the outfit or the wings)

There are shelves on your left and right, the weird zombie dude is in front of you, and the aisle you are in is littered with trash, boxes, broken stuff, etc. Looking behind you, you see the aisle piled high with more broken stuff, but it isn't particularly compact, you might be able to push/cut your way through it.

Jacie took a broken thingy, and hoped it made a loud noise when it hit the floor. She threw the broken thingy to the right of the zombie guy, hoping to distract him give her another second to think, to breath, to understand. To wake up.

I take a deep breath, spin on my heel, and jump onto the shelf, trying to get a birds eye view of things.

(Broken thingy XD)
Fortunately, he turns towards the broken thingy when it shatters even more on the tiled floor, giving you time to leap to the top of the shelf. It wobbles terrifyingly when you stand up, but as long as you don't move too much, it doesn't seem in danger of falling over yet.
You can see more aisles to the left and right, and there is an emergency exit behind you at the back of the store.

(I shan't note the food shop as an area because it's basically trashed at this point :P)

( :3 Well, it's better than a thingamabob which is - supposedly - first cousin of thingamajig. :P ;D)

I crouch down like a cat getting prepared to jump, and take a deep breath. Then I jump towards the exit, trying to keep a hold on everything I have.

(*Shrugs* Fine by me...Though you could add it. Might as well. Afterwards, people may be able to scavenge around for things. )

You land in a pile of boxes, which breaks your fall, but when you get up, you feel a sharp pain in your left ankle. You can still somewhat put weight on it but moving it is agony. Maybe not broken, but sprained. You manage to limp out the door and slam it behind you.

Jacie catches her breath and leans against the door. Those zombies were still people. They didn't deserve to die. They were probably being mind controlled. She told herself, trying to distract herself from the pain. After a minute, she looked around, trying to find cloth and a straight stick to make a makeshift splint. Maybe that could help.

There's a bit of wreckage around you, you manage to find a board and some string.