Luke's POV
I saw the knife, and Ashton, and it all descended rapidly from there.
I squirmed, managing to get the guy off of me, who like Ashton, was trying to push his knife into me. Scrambling to my feet, I heard Annie shout Ashton's name. The man who had stabbed Ashton, looked to both Annie and I, turning the knife around in his hands so as it was facing us. The other man who had me on the floor, was starting to rise to his feet as well.
Glancing a look at Ashton, bile rose in my throat as I looked to his wound, and as he started to slide down against the shelving he had previously been held up against. Tears began to sting my eyes and nose, as he started to cough and double over in pain.
Alex had a gun pointed at Michael, keeping him in place, and he looked to his two men.
"Kill them." He said, plainly, and my heart jumped into my throat. I darted forward and grabbed Annie's wrist, pulling her backwards to the end of the aisle. I then ran around the corner, the gun that was in my hand shaking.
I didn't know where I was going. We could try the main doors, but we had barricaded them, and Alex and his men probably crawled through a hole. If Annie and I were to try and crawl through it, time would be wasted and we would be caught.
We had approached the top of the store, and I turned my head quickly to the left and saw it was the office that the teenager had locked himself in, us trying to get in there would only put him in danger.
Please, I pleaded into myself, please have called the police.
I threw a look backwards and saw the men running up the aisle after us, and I pulled Annie to a door behind the cash register. I opened it, pushing her in and slamming it shut, thankful to see a deadbolt. Quickly sliding it closed, I stepped back as I heard the men starting to throw themselves against the door.
I let the breath out that I didn't know I was holding, and looked to Annie.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, her face paling. I glanced around the room we were in and saw it was a store room. The door was still banging, and I could see the screws in the deadbolt starting to come loose.
"Shit," I whispered, and I quickly scanned the shelves, for anything that might help us.
Nothing.
All there was, was tinned food, cigarettes, fruit and vegetables, nothing that we could use to help defend ourselves more. I then glanced down at the bottom of one of the shelves and saw a toolbox. I hauled it out, flipping the lid open and found a heavy - feeling hammer. I gave it a gentle swing against my palm, before nodding in approvement.
I stood to look at Annie, holding the hammer out to her. She looked to it sitting in my hands, and then her eyes met mine.
"I can't." She whispered, and I walked towards her placing my hands on her shoulders.
