"We good to go?" Shane calls out through the aisles, finding nothing else good to loot.

"Yeah, we're done here." you answer, joining him as he heads to the exit, gun tucked under your arm, loaded bag on your back.

A soft rumbling in the distance sounds out from maybe a few miles out. It almost sounds like a herd of walkers, like how their heavy steps made weak foundations shake, but also something more familiar.

".. the fuck 's that...?-" Shane mutters.

It happens all of a sudden. Shelves shake to and fro on their legs, threatening to crash down. A deafening shuddering takes over all the noise in the air, the simultaneous rattling of everything that stood on the ground.

"Get down.. Get down!" Shane yells, and grabs you, quick as he can, shoving the two of you under a sturdy table, tossing his gun onto the floor so that he wouldn't misfire, arms around you, tucking your head under his chin.