Zuflucht

12

The sound of gunshots illuminate into the air around me and as much as I wanted to be used to them by now my heart still jumped with every piercing shot. Sweat dripped from my brow onto the cold tile of the pharmacy as I hid behind the long dark desk, fearing that my life may be on the line.
Once no sign of infected were heard, I found myself swiftly checking through all cabinets and drawers desperately looking for some type of aid kit. Time was running out as the gunshots got louder and louder and I couldn't help but fumble through everything trying to remain as calm as possible.

The air was thick and tense and breathing suddenly became a task from how hard my heart was beating. I crawled on the ground into a corner to find a door that was already cracked and wasted no time going in as I heard the all too familiar sound of the horrid groaning and cricket like noise outside of the main door I found safety in.
The stench of rotting flesh filled the room and I didn't need to look around to know what was causing it.
Quickly, I began looking through all of the drawers and cases that the room held, hoping to find anything possible that could be of use.

Boom!

The sound of an explosion shook the ground around me as I heard more and more of the distorted wails getting closer. My head was thumping from the constant fear and stress I was caught up which didn't help me think rationally. Hope was dwindling as I started to open up the last few cabinets connected to the smaller mahogany desk in the claustrophobic room. Just as I heard the door to the building open up I opened the last desk drawer and was graced with a small emergency kit. I would have leaped for joy if it wasn't for the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer by the second.

I pushed myself under the desk out of sight as the hairs stood up on the back of my neck from the closeness of danger. Within seconds the door to the room I was in was pushed as well and the stench of urine filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but my body kept visibly shaking from fear. Whatever was coming, I was trapped, and a way out seemed so distant yet so close.

I grabbed the revolver in my belt loop and cocked it before pointing it ahead of me. The sound of papers being moved and items being pushed off the desk caught my attention as black timberlands made their way in front of me. I pushed my body as close to me as possible and braced myself, not daring to utter a word. I felt them drop somethin heavy on the desk, making me jump with it in the process.

Then, without any slight hint of a reason, they bent down and his dark deadly orbs looked directly at me expressionless.

Curt~

I looked underneath the desk to see a young woman not too far from around my age. She was grasping a small traveling first aid kit in one hand, while the other was holding a steel pistol pointed at me. I myself had my shotgun at attention from the infected I had to take care of moments before.

"I'd advise you to lower your gun." I motioned with my head to the revolver her shaky hand was holding. Her piercing eyes never left mine as she motioned towards my gun.

"Not unless you do the same with yours." Her voice was stern compared to her stressed form. Her dark skin was glistening with sweat and made her clothes look lightly damp.
For a few seconds I thought hard about it before I slowly began to lower my gun into my back holster. I held up my hands in defense so no mistake or miscommunication could be seen.
She looked at me coldly before she shut her eyes hard and breathed in and out heavily. Second's after, her arm began to slowly lower until it rested loosely on her thigh.

I stepped back and gave her space as she made her way from under the desk.

"I need that kit." I stated short and simple. She glanced over and noticed the ripped shirt and blood stain on my shoulder.

"Not a chance." She muttered as she finally put her revolver in her belt loop. I sighed, knowing this was probably gonna happen.

"Look, from the looks of it you don't have an injury. I just need to patch up this bullet wound." Her eyebrow furrowed in attitude as I motioned towards my shoulder.

"I don't give a damn if I'm injured or not. No. You may not use the kit."

This is gonna be harder than I thought...

"Please, just let me at least barrow the damn thing." I could feel the weakness in my body as I stood there. I hadn't slept since the day I got shot and I had been looking everywhere for a kit. The bullet was still stuck in my shoulder and everytime I go to move it I'm reminded of it.
She went to open her mouth to speak before her eyes grew wide.

"Shit, Ash!" She screamed and bolted out the door. I sighed and picked up my bag I dropped on the desk, then began making my way towards the truck. Once I opened the pharmacy door and made my way to the parking lot I heard barking and growling and the same woman from earlier shouting.

"Milly down!" I demanded sternly as she was growling and bearing her teeth. The woman was currently being 'watched' by Milly as she pressed her own body against a grey car in fear. After a few seconds Mills licked her chops before quieting down and backing up a few feet. Luckily the woman didn't freak out too much and try to hurt the rottweiler, Milly only attacks when she is threatened with danger.

"Get your fucking dog away from us!" She shouted which earned a growl from the vicious dog. I made eye contact with Milly before pointing towards the work truck.

"Now!" I demanded. Milly obeyed and whined softly before jumping through the window like she did to get out in the first place. I didn't realize that the woman had her hand on her gun until she slowly pulled her hand away from it.

No wonder Milly kept growling at her...

The woman looked at me with hatred before she started to open the car door and climb in.

"Look, I'm asking nicely. I need that first aid kit." I said moving closer to her vehicle. She analyzed my face for a second before she breathed out a huff of air through her nose and slammed her door shut.

"Please!" I shouted while hitting the window (not too hard) with my open palms. She flipped me off before starting the ignition, which didn't sound too good, and pulling out of the lot.

I sighed harshly and leaned my head back towards the sky with my eyes closed.

Now is not the time to be in this position.