"We should just go GTA on them." Harry snorts. I've never been able to understand how he can make jokes in dangerous situations like this.

"I don't suppose you have an AK-47 in your pocket?" Malik snarls back at him.

"Not exactly, but I have my Brain Smasher!" Harry named his axe not long after he found it, claiming that it would help him fight. The glass starts to bend under the weight of all the bodies, but it looks like it'll hold out for a little longer. In a split second, we all jump into action. We each grab a shelf filled with food and push it to the door, hoping that it'll keep them out for longer. It takes a lot of effort to move all of them, but once we do, I instantly feel more secure.

"Now... how do we get out of here?" I say without a single ounce of hope in my voice. I scan my head around the shop for a back door, or at least a decent sized air vent, but there's nothing. We're trapped. I hear the sound of breaking glass behind the shelves and rush forward, pushing as hard as I can to keep them in place.

"Help me!" I shout at Harry and Malik, who have both frozen in place. They run forward to join me, each groaning from the effort of keeping the Infected out.

"You know what? Fuck this." Harry stops pushing and steps back, gripping his axe tightly. "If we're gonna die here, let's go down fighting!"

"What are you doing?" Malik yells, his voice strained from the effort of keeping us alive.

"I'm not just gonna wait here until they get through and eat us! C'mon, we've fought things worse than these guys." The Infected start pouring through into the shop, and Malik and I are forced to abandon our positions. Harry can kill with his axe as naturally as breathing, but the odds aren't exactly in our favour.

A middle-aged woman with only one eye rushes towards me, sprinting like an Olympian. I brace myself and raise my knife in a fighting stance, kicking her in the leg as soon as she gets close enough. Her knee bends the wrong way, and she falls, screaming like a lunatic. I drive my knife through her skull before she can even attempt an attack.

I quickly kill two fat men that come towards me, keeping a close eye on Harry and Malik. I know that they can defend themselves, but I'm responsible for their safety, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to either one of them. Just as it looks like we have a chance, another dozen or so of the Infected run to the shop, clearly drawn to the noise.

Malik appears next to me, fighting off a few young women who each have a limb missing. I take down a man who was probably no older than 25, knocking over a few of them with his lifeless body.

"There's no way we're getting out of this," Malik shouts over the noise, clearly out of breath.

"Don't give up!" I reply, taking down someone who doesn't look much older than I do. I'm not ready to give up yet. A thought crosses my mind: 'What if this is where I die?'. I instantly freeze, and the room starts to spin. I've always wondered where my story will end, but I'm not ready to go yet. I finally snap back to reality, just before a group of Infected run at me from all angles, creating a barrier around me.

"Harry! Mal-" An old looking woman punches me in the jaw before I finish my sentence. In less than a second, my view is blocked by bodies, who seem to descend on me in slow-motion. I expect to see my life flash before my eyes, but all I can see is darkness.

"Goodbye," I whisper. Suddenly, the sound of screams and groans are drowned out by the sound of bullets and explosions. The people attacking me seemed to have realised what's going on before I did, and are all now cowering behind some of the unmoved shelves. Bodies fall all around me, bullets lodge themselves into skulls and organs, and blood splatters everywhere.

Someone in camouflage pulls me to my feet and drags me out of the shop, throwing me on the ground next to Harry and Malik. I hear someone shout 'Get down!', followed by a few loud explosions. When I finally find the courage to open my eyes, the shop doesn't even look recognisable. Thick, grey smoke flows out of the front of the shop where the doors used to be, and the smell of burnt flesh fills the air.

"Are you okay?" Someone shouts at me, holding out his hand to help me up. I nod, too in shock to respond properly. "C'mon, we've gotta keep moving!"

Malik grabs my arm to make sure I don't fall behind and starts running after the small army. We run for about a mile, stopping when we reach the entrance to a large, reinforced building. The gates slowly open, and someone pushed us inside. A short man in a uniform that's too big for him approaches us, a large smile on his face.

"Welcome to Stockwell. My name's David, how long will you be staying with us?" I stare at him, trying to answer, but I can feel myself falling. I hear people calling my name, but I can't respond. My vision goes black and I feel myself spinning out of reality.