As you exit the mall to explore a bit more, you notice the cars in the parking garage are totally ruined.

How did you survive? How is it possible? Maybe you did not survive after all. Maybe this is some sort of hell or purgatory. You begin to question your reality. You touch doors and carpets and clothes and leaves. You try to detect any oddities or missteps in smell or sight. You are a detective dealing in the minutia of sensuality. But you can't sense anything that is off or wrong, per se. Everything is there, the only difference is that it's blown to bits or in some sort of state of disrepair.

Being alive and being in a purgatory state in this scenario is essentially the same thing. It doesn't really matter if you died or not then. You're still alone anyway.