Deadland

Chapter 46- Chomp

(TW!! Mentions of amputation!!)

"Yo! Get off your dicks! Let's go!" I call to everyone else. Everyone rushes to where Michonne, Zach, Daryl, and I are, and they get prepared to kill Walkers.

We pry open the black, rusted sliding doors with a loud screech and Sasha, Daryl, and I rush in and kill the Walkers that dare approach us. 

Tyreese, because he's a goddamn tank, drags all of the Walkers out to allow us safe and easy entrance. 

"Alright," Sasha starts, turning to all of us. "We go in, stay in formation for the sweep. After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for." I nod, "Yes ma'am." She just scoffs and rolls her eyes playfully. 

"Any questions?" She asks. "Was there ever a time that you weren't the boss of me?" Tyreese asks. "Tyreese, it's Sasha. You know that answer." I say with a smirk as I make my way into the store.

The store is huge. It's got food, decorations, everything from top to bottom. It's relatively clean- well, as clean as it can be during the end of the world. 

It looks like when this was a camp, they never even made a dent in anything. 

Daryl and I are walking through the aisles when I gasp and run over to one of the shelves. "It's a spider plant potter! Please." I hold out the fake plant to Daryl. 

It's a fake black spider about the size of both of my hands, maybe a little bigger, and a dark green vine-like plant hanging out of it. 

Daryl groans quietly, "That's not what we're here for." I raise an eyebrow, "You actually think that's gonna make me put this down? I'll hide it in my bra for fuck's sake but I'm taking this amazing thing home." I smile and place the fake plant in my backpack. I would do our shopping cart but it's organized by me and it looks pretty. It's filled with snacks, drinks (both non and alcoholic), and a fuck ton of cigarettes. 

"OO!" I exclaim, running to one of the aisles against the one of the walls and grabbing a polaroid camera. "I'm taking this too." I say, placing it in the shopping cart. 

"Remind me why I brought you here?" Daryl asks, cocking his head to the side. I smirk and put my hands on my hips, "Because I'm totally rad and you know I would have come even if you said no." 

Daryl scoffs, "Right." 

CRASH

The sound of someone's yell catches Daryl and I's ear, other than the sound of the bone rattling crash. It feels like the whole world shakes as whatever falls, falls.

I groan, "I just wanna have a cute moment with my boyfriend." I tilt my head back before running towards the sound of the crash. 

Daryl quickly lets go of the cart and runs with me, following the lingering noise. 

When Daryl and I make it, we see a few fallen, wood, liquor shelves and a scared Bob underneath it. Everyone else approaches as well. 

Daryl shines his flashlight under, "You alright? You cut or sum'm?" "Nah, man, but my-my foot is caught." Bob says, trying to move his leg but the shelf just rattles above him. 

"Alright." Daryl grunts, straightening up. "He's just caught. Come on, help me up." 

"What happened?" Glenn yells. "Everyone's alright. We're over in wine and beer." Zach replies. Tyreese, Daryl, and Zach all help lift the shelf while I clear the area around Bob's body so he can stand up easy. 

"Man, I was goin' too fast. Drove right into the shelf." Bob recollects, his voice shaky. 

Tyreese crouches down, "Man, you lucked out. If this thing had come down on you the wrong way..."