Barely Breathing

Chapter 3

NOTE: Not Edited
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*Megans P.O.V.*
"Little bastard" I mumbled as I bent down towards the zombie on the floor and struggled to get my axe out of its head. I had to look for some supplies today, not for the group. But for myself, some snacks would be good at the moment, maybe some twinkies? Or some skittles? I needed something, I loved my snacks. Maybe I might even run into Em-
*BANG*
A gunshot from outside of the shop startled me to a hault. I couldnt move, I stood still for the longest time hoping no one would come in. But with my luck, you heard the front door open and the bell at the top ding indicating someone has entered the shop. I could hear a small group of men all laughing,
"He didnt even see it coming!" One guy yelled to the others as they all laughed along.
"Hello! Anyone in here!" Another man yelled throughout the store.
A long pause filled the store with silence until someone yelled,
"Heres someone!" my heart stopped. Were they talking about me? Or was there someone else inside the same shop with me? I turned my head towards the door of the small office room I was located in, it wasnt me.
"P-Pleassee sir, d-dont kill me." a males voice echoed through the store into the small office room I was in.
"Aw poor guy, should we help him?" One man questioned.
*BANG*
"Nope" another said while everyone else laughed.
"Search around for others, he might have had a friend with him."
I had to move quickly, putting my axe slowly on the ground near an office table, I dodged under it to hide from them. While ducking down I hit my head causing a huge thud to echo throughout the store. Shaking it off quickly I moved all my legs and arms inside of the office table.
"We have company." One guy whispered to another. I felt like they were in the same room as I was. My heart was racing, my breath was shakey and waiting there felt like hours. The store got quiet again, you could only hear the foot steps of boots in the room I was in. I held my breath, hoping they wouldnt find me.
"Gotcha!" one guy yelled as he grabbed my hair and tugged me out from under the table.
"Guys look! Its a girl! Dont see to many girls around here anymore!"
Four other guys surrounded us, "Wow! Shes a killer too." One guy yelled out and whistled.
"Shes mine, I call her." One guy with shaggy black hair called out.
"Thats not fair I found her!" The guy who had my hair in his hands yelled back.
"Well, whose boss here? Hmm?" He responded, as he took out his pistol and pointed it at the man who had my hair.
"Fuck you," the guy holding my hair said before he handed me off to the black haired boy.
"Hey sweet thang whats your name?" A blond haired boy asked me, getting all up in my face.
I didnt answer, knowing that anything I say these boys would only try to hurt me or kill me. I was scared for my life and I didnt want to make it worse.
"Miss," the black haired boy said gripping my dirty blond hair tighter. "he asked you a question."
"M-Megan." I said in pain.
"Good girl." He said as he slowly ungripped my hair.
"Are we going to shoot her? Or bring her back to camp with us?" The blond boy asked.
"We are deffinantly going to keep her, right George?" One of the other boys asked.
The boy who had my hair, apparently named George, gave me a strange look before he smiled viciously, "Yes of course we'll keep her!" He responded, "Wouldn't you like that?" He asked me as he got closer to my face, you could smell his breath from a mile away, it reaked of rotten fish. His shaggy black hair was wet and over his eyes, how didnt that bother him? I mean my bangs get in my eyes all the time and it pisses me off. I wanted to fight them all off and get away, but my chances of that were very slim. Five against one isnt easy, plus they all looked pretty buff like they have been working out for years. They all looked to be about 18 through 21 years old and were super tall, taller than Paul most of them.
"Princess," George stated, "I asked you a question."
"If I say yes, would you let go of my hair?" I whispered, hoping he heard me.
"Got any weapons on ya?"
"No just the axe over there on the floor, I promise." I reassured him by pointing over to my axe on the floor.
Looking over at the office table, then looking back at me he shrugged his shoulders, "Okay," he responded. "But if you run, I swear I will personally kill you." I nodded my head, letting him know that I would not try to eacape.
He let go of my hair but replaced it with a gun to my back, leading me over to the back door. At least he grabbed my axe before we left the store, because if not I would have been screwed without a weapon. When we opened the back door I saw a small black car, I didnt know the brand of the car because I am horrible at indentifying cars. All I know was it was small and black, it was all beat up too. The passangers side door was painted a shitty white, it was also peeling. It looked like a typical teenage boy car.
"You gutta go into the trunk sweetheart." The blond boy stated as he opened the trunk.
Dragging myself over to the back of the car, I lifted myself into the back with a little help from the blond boy.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
He just smiled as he shut the trunk. Fuck, I thought to myself how would I make it back to my group now?