Robbery

Date: 1/2/2017

I was at work and it was getting pretty late at night, had to be about 10 or 11 even though none of the clocks showed correct time. Landon & I were the only people in the store at this point and I remember I kept having this overwhelming feeling of anxiety. There were no cars in the parking lot or passing by, and the phones were silent. I went into the walk in cooler to start my inventory count and just walked back out to check on the floor. My stomach instantly dropped when I see a heavy set man, taller, and wearing old grungy clothes with a charcoal colored 9mm in his hand stuck right to Landon's head (Landon is forcibly locking the glass door) and they start walking towards me. All sense of escape or communication was lost almost instantly with every step in my direction. The store resorted to just the back area and the door was nowhere in sight, it turned into a literal trap of a room. Landon takes a wild swing at him while I'm looking for any source of defense. I grabbed the closest blunt object from above the sink but the man was 2 seconds ahead of me. He already had Landon by his neck against the office wall. He look dead at me with his wild eyes and said, "Goddamnit if you hit me with that once your buddy is getting it". He had a grinding tool in his other hand while still choking Landon. He laughed and turned on the tool and stuck it right into his mouth, Landon screams out into agony and all I can do is cry, I scramble to find anything and I repeatedly start hitting the robber over the head but it's deflected. I'm having an absolute breakdown while still trying to be strong against this man and it's all just coming down at once. After the front 2 teeth, Landon works himself loose from his death grip and falls to the ground. My whole body drained... I thought that was it. I fucked up and now someone else had to take the blame. Blood just kept pouring out of his mouth and he looked to be going into shock. That's when I see it, a black knife with a paisley accent on the end like it had been carved. I look over and Landon's eyes are still open and I knew that I had to help my friend. I stuck that knife in the side of my underwear and pulled my shirt over it. I go towards Landon in a sense of grief so I don't look suspicious but right as I step past the man I pull the knife out and I cut all the way across his stomach and he says "oh my fucking god" and he grabbed the wound. I felt all the fear and anger all slam into me and I start stabbing him repeatedly, over and over. I dig it into his rib cage so hard I can feel his bones scraping the knife and his limp body lays over the prep table and I go to Landon. There is blood everywhere at this point and L's shirt is soaked and I grab as many red rags as I could and attempt to stop the bleeding. I pass into another dream as I'm helping him sit up again at the wall.