Thread: Pharmacy

Name Wilhem Ibrahim. Location Pharmacy. Attire Military flak jacket, black toque, black jeans, with biker gloves. Steel-toed boots. Weapons Handmade Wooden Spear . Strapped over shoulder AK-105 Kalashnikov Assault Rifle . Concealed Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum. DateTime July 4th, 2025. Tagging Open. The first sound that greeted Wilhelm as he walked were the clinking of bells as he opened the door. The next noise was a groan and heavy footsteps as a decayed corpse in a white lab coat came to greet him with welcoming arms. With a tired sigh that told of repeated acts, he twirled his makeshift spear in his hand until the point came forward, and with a single thrust, ended the welcoming committee. The spear point penetrated easily through the rotten flesh and out the other side, extracting raw bits of brain matter and blood as he pulled it out. Taking a moment to clean the pointed edge on the once crisp white jacket, he rose and gave the rundown pharmacy a scrutiny. There were two other moaning figures in the building, shuffling about in the dim light as they caused ruckus by stumbling into shelves and counters. Dozens of containers and bottles of pills were strewn around the floor, and Wilhelm took care not to bang into any as he quietly tip toed around. You could never be sure when there was a horde just around the corner, and he already had a few close calls by being reckless. What he needed today was a refill of dextromethorphan, a cough suppressant, to help limit and perhaps quiet the amount he was coughing. He didnt when or how he picked up this cough, probably from all the dust microbes that seemed to be in the air, but he did know he needed to fix the issue. Coughing was an involuntarily noise that often got him into trouble, as zombies would overhear him and move in his direction. This was what he wanted to avoid, and looking at the state of the shop, he knew he would be digging around for quite a while. Wilhelm stepped as quietly as he can, trying to circle around one of the shelves to get around at a zombie that seemed to be stuck in a circular motion. It, or she as it once had been, had been drawn by the noise of tinkling bells as he entered, and was now searching for the strange smell of living human that seemed to give it new life. Crouching, he waited until the undead creature moved up the opposite lane between shelves until it was on level with where he hid. In an instant, he stood, and used both hands to quickly jab his spear through its head and out again in a well oiled movement. It collapsed forward with a crash, spreading pills and containers in its wake. One zombie left, and this one roared when it clearly caught scent of Wilhelm standing and ducking, and came striding straight towards him. Typical move. With his spear, he had the advantage of outranging the arms and teeth of the undead, and he quickly dispatched it in the same style as he had the first two, leaving him the undisputed inhabitant of this small corner pharmacy. He was well armed with guns, but to fire a shot was to give his position away, and he only did so in the most extreme situations. Immediately, he went down on a knee and began to pick up containers, reading the labels and trying to figure out what section he was staring. No, these are all vitamins and diet supplements, he thought to himself, though he did pocket some Vitamin D capsules. He continued his search, checking the various aisles and shelves for the desired product.