The Light in my Storm

Piglets(35)

I had a backpack on me. I stuffed it with batteries. Then I found skittles, I took those too. Only 4 small bags. I was looking for stuff we needed, but the selfish side of me took over for a moment. As I was putting more batteries in my bag, I heard a loud shattering noise. It continued for about 5 seconds. I threw my bag over my shoulder and ran towards the sound. Then a loud thud with more shattering glass. The sound of Bob yelling came in the middle of it. Daryl was already there, a shelf had fallen on top of Bob.

"You alright, you cut or something?" Daryl asked.

"No man, my foot is caught," Bob answered. A few of us helped Daryl lift the shelf. It was super heavy. I backed up, nearly slipping on the spilled alcohol all over the floor. Daryl quickly but gently steadied me on my feet. A walker fell through the ceiling right above us, it dangled by its intestines. Bob was still stuck under a second shelf.

"We should probably get out of here," Glenn said.

"Bob's still stuck get him out of there," Daryl commanded. More walkers fell through the ceiling. Michonne and I ran to get the others. Walker after walker fell through the ceiling. I found Sasha.

"What's happening, I figured something just fell," She said.

"We gotta go I told her," Then we both ran, she went to go find Tyreese, he was still by Bob. Walkers were still falling through the ceiling, three or four fell right beside me. I was slowly getting surrounded as more from around the store came towards me. I jumped up onto a bunch of orange boxes. The walkers started coming faster. More and more of them.

"Shit!" I swore to myself. I used my machete to stab them as they reached for me. Another one fell right above me, crashing down and knocking me to the floor in the corner, it was trying to bite my face. I dropped my machete on the way down and my hands were full trying to hold the walker's head away from me. Just my luck it was a fat guy. I kicked at walkers that were grabbing for my legs. I was basically helpless. Gunshots rang through the store. I used whatever strength I had to flip the walker away from me. I was able to pull my gun from my belt and shot it. Then shot the ones that were continuing to corner me, there were at least a dozen and more coming. Then I fired the last bullet in the round. I dropped the gun and used my machete to stab them as they came closer.

"Bella!" I heard someone yell.

"I'm over here," I yelled. I managed to find an opening, I sprinted out of the herd that was closing in. Of course walkers were still falling through the ceiling. I found Michonne, we stuck close together, the problem was we were getting corned too. Michonne was out of ammo. She had her sword and I had my machete. Together we killed walker after walker. Bullet holes appeared in the walker's heads. As they all fell, Daryl was standing there.

"Let's go!" He yelled. We ran, sprinting to Bob. He was still stuck under the shelf. We dragged Bob out from under it as tiles were falling. I got hit by a metal pole on my shoulder, warm blood ran down my arm. I had too much adrenaline to notice much pain. Beth's boyfriend was yelling, he got bit in the ankle. The walker still eating his leg.

"Zack!" Glenn yelled. That was his name.... Zack screamed as the walker tore into his neck.

"Go!" Daryl yelled. He shoved me in front of him as we sprinted for the exit. Just as we got through the door, a fucking plane fell through the ceiling crushing everything inside. As soon as we were back to the cars, Daryl stopped me.

"You're arm," Daryl hissed, blood draining from his face, panic took over his face. He turned really pale. He took the bag off of me.

"Daryl I'm fine I-" I started, but he wasn't listening to me. He moved my shirt off of my shoulder revealing the gash, the adrenaline was fading and it was really starting to hurt.