It all happened mid pudding. Literally, George had eaten half of that disgusting but addictive chocolate pudding when she heard the marijuana cooler glass shattering and then she felt like she was shaking, everything was shaking beyond control.
And then the explosion. And George dropped the pudding and the spoon to the floor, taking only a second before realizing she should jump back a bunch of steps in order to not get the worst of the fire - except it kept coming her way anyway. She heard another huge noise, something tumbling outside, but she didn't go check. She was afraid; right now, she was actually afraid. Much more than before, much more than even after seeing someone's dead body and not knowing it was going to happen beforehand. And then, she took an enormous shard of glass to the stomach, which took her by surprise more than anything else - she knew she wouldn't die of this, in all likelihood. It still hurt like a bitch.
George didn't know if there were other people there. She could swear she'd heard voices, but she had been too hungry to strike up conversations. Now, she was at least glad she had jumped off the counter when the weed case glass shattered, because if she had stayed, she would now be in the mdidle of a cracked checkout counter, probably with a bunch of broken bones. Not that she felt much better right now, she still hadn't had the time to remove the glass, and it was unlikely that she would just yet, because suddenly, this roaring sound of metal upon metal came down on her, and George witnessed in slow motion as something smashed the roof of the convenience store, and she had nowhere else to move to.
She was now alive, but trapped underneath a roller coaster and debris. And it didn't seem probable that anyone would hear her scream for help.