Emma - Convenience Store - The Pack/Magnus and Co.
BOOM!
The explosion rocked the building with a heavy rumble. Emma was thrown back with incredible force. A horrible, sharp pain rocked her temple as she hit her head on the floor with a hard thud! A ringing assaulted her ears, and her eyes danced with black spots as she tried regain her breath and surroundings. She felt a sharp pain in her side and looked down to see that there was a sizable gash that had torn through her jacket, flannel, and undershirt. She found herself in the corner of the store, surrounded by flames.
She tried to inhale, but she was granted a large puff of smoke into her lungs. She doubled over onto her knees, coughing harshly. Suddenly felt arms wrap around her stomach and pull her to her feet, and she registered Trey’s voice yelling for her to snap out of her trance. She continued to cough, unable to regain herself, before feeling Trey lift her from the ground and burst out of a back door. She breathed in sweet, heavenly oxygen, and her coughing slowly began to subside as Trey set her on the ground.
“Trey?” She asked, weakly.
“I’m here, calm down.” He commanded. “Stay here, I’m gonna help the others!” He rushed back into the door as Emma stumbled to her feet, heading towards the front of the store. Almost immediately as she rounded the corner, a body slammed into her, and she hit the floor.
A voice yelled towards her and the man who collided with her, “Grab her, Reese!” Emma scrambled back, but the guy grabb her by the shoulder, pushing her to the ground. He pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from his belt and slapped one around her right wrist. Before he could continue with the second, Emma jerk her head backwards, nailing him in the chin. He stumbled back, allowing her to jump to her feet. he made another dash for her, but he dodged him, sending him into the wall. Just as she turned, she shoved him with both hands and delivered a strong kick to the groin.
The man wasn’t as dazed as Emma would’ve liked. He recovered, and made another lung for her - but this time, a loud shot sounded and a bullet sent the man to the ground. Emma looked to see Burkley stand by the door. “Thanks.” She said.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He muttered, walking to the dead body. He picked up the guy’s pistol - a small revolver - and handed it to her. “There’s a ton of those guys in the front! Run towards the woods and don’t stop!” He barked.
“I’m not leaving you guys!”
“These are fully grown men with guns, you don’t stand a chance!” He said, his words slightly stinging. “ Run towards the interstate and find a safe place to hide! We’ll meet you! Now go before I shoot you myself!”
On the verge of tears, Emma turned and ran from the flaming building, away from the shouts and gunfire. She looked back and could hear shouts behind her. She heard Burkley screaming profanity at the attackers, and she felt a pang of guilt for leaving. He’d been right, though. She wouldn’t have stood a chance against those guys and Burkley had probably just saved her life.
As the sounds in the distance began to die, she felt the adrenaline in her begin to slow, and she suddenly became aware of the several pains in her body. Her side burned and throbbed like crazy, her temples pounded, and her back ached with soreness. She slowed down and found herself in a small clearing and suddenly became aware of the sounds of the night - or lack thereof. She braced her hands on her knees, the handcuffs rattling on her right wrist, and began to slow her breathing.
Emma let herself fall backwards, and sat on the cold dirt. As soon as she did, her side roared with pain, and she swore loudly in response. She set the pistol on the ground and looked at her side, feeling a bit of sickness rise from her stomach. She was bleeding pretty badly, and the wound was deep. She reached down and put her hand to the wound, shouting again as the pain intensified. “Okay… Okay, Emma, you’ll be fine…” She coaxed herself aloud.
Somewhere in the darkness, she heard the snarl of a walker, and she picked up the revolver. Her breathing intensified, visible in the cold night air. She forced herself to stand with another groan of pain and continued to the interstate.
BOOM!
The explosion rocked the building with a heavy rumble. Emma was thrown back with incredible force. A horrible, sharp pain rocked her temple as she hit her head on the floor with a hard thud! A ringing assaulted her ears, and her eyes danced with black spots as she tried regain her breath and surroundings. She felt a sharp pain in her side and looked down to see that there was a sizable gash that had torn through her jacket, flannel, and undershirt. She found herself in the corner of the store, surrounded by flames.
She tried to inhale, but she was granted a large puff of smoke into her lungs. She doubled over onto her knees, coughing harshly. Suddenly felt arms wrap around her stomach and pull her to her feet, and she registered Trey’s voice yelling for her to snap out of her trance. She continued to cough, unable to regain herself, before feeling Trey lift her from the ground and burst out of a back door. She breathed in sweet, heavenly oxygen, and her coughing slowly began to subside as Trey set her on the ground.
“Trey?” She asked, weakly.
“I’m here, calm down.” He commanded. “Stay here, I’m gonna help the others!” He rushed back into the door as Emma stumbled to her feet, heading towards the front of the store. Almost immediately as she rounded the corner, a body slammed into her, and she hit the floor.
A voice yelled towards her and the man who collided with her, “Grab her, Reese!” Emma scrambled back, but the guy grabb her by the shoulder, pushing her to the ground. He pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from his belt and slapped one around her right wrist. Before he could continue with the second, Emma jerk her head backwards, nailing him in the chin. He stumbled back, allowing her to jump to her feet. he made another dash for her, but he dodged him, sending him into the wall. Just as she turned, she shoved him with both hands and delivered a strong kick to the groin.
The man wasn’t as dazed as Emma would’ve liked. He recovered, and made another lung for her - but this time, a loud shot sounded and a bullet sent the man to the ground. Emma looked to see Burkley stand by the door. “Thanks.” She said.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He muttered, walking to the dead body. He picked up the guy’s pistol - a small revolver - and handed it to her. “There’s a ton of those guys in the front! Run towards the woods and don’t stop!” He barked.
“I’m not leaving you guys!”
“These are fully grown men with guns, you don’t stand a chance!” He said, his words slightly stinging. “ Run towards the interstate and find a safe place to hide! We’ll meet you! Now go before I shoot you myself!”
On the verge of tears, Emma turned and ran from the flaming building, away from the shouts and gunfire. She looked back and could hear shouts behind her. She heard Burkley screaming profanity at the attackers, and she felt a pang of guilt for leaving. He’d been right, though. She wouldn’t have stood a chance against those guys and Burkley had probably just saved her life.
As the sounds in the distance began to die, she felt the adrenaline in her begin to slow, and she suddenly became aware of the several pains in her body. Her side burned and throbbed like crazy, her temples pounded, and her back ached with soreness. She slowed down and found herself in a small clearing and suddenly became aware of the sounds of the night - or lack thereof. She braced her hands on her knees, the handcuffs rattling on her right wrist, and began to slow her breathing.
Emma let herself fall backwards, and sat on the cold dirt. As soon as she did, her side roared with pain, and she swore loudly in response. She set the pistol on the ground and looked at her side, feeling a bit of sickness rise from her stomach. She was bleeding pretty badly, and the wound was deep. She reached down and put her hand to the wound, shouting again as the pain intensified. “Okay… Okay, Emma, you’ll be fine…” She coaxed herself aloud.
Somewhere in the darkness, she heard the snarl of a walker, and she picked up the revolver. Her breathing intensified, visible in the cold night air. She forced herself to stand with another groan of pain and continued to the interstate.
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