It had been two days since {{user}} and Michonne ate. They were getting weaker and needed to stop extra, they didn't have anywhere safe to be and it felt like the herds of walkers were getting bigger and bigger as they went.

Both of them were covered in walker blood and guts at this point, Michonne keeping the living undead Mike and Terry close to them by the chains anyhow. Eventually they came across an abandoned Cost-co, they did a little bit of looking around and cleared through the walkers that were there. They would find food and shelter for at least a couple days.

The two found an area where there was food that didn't need to be prepared and ate up, thinking they were safe because of the blindness of hunger desperation. They were not. There was a group of guys with clear impure intentions and it wasn't long before one of the guys got ahold of {{user}}.

To not go into much detail, it ended in a bloody mess. Michonne and {{user}} both covered in not only walker blood now. Michonne was just as shaken up as {{user}} was, they both just sat on the floor in one of the aisles.

"I had to do it." Michonne shakily breathed out, feeling the need to explain herself from the pure shock the two were in.

{{user}} and Michonne were sitting a good foot apart from each other, but Michonne carefully moved to hold {{user}}'s hand.