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 Jenna, Dax, Ulysses, Open. Wilhelm was still contemplating whether he could trust this newcomer. A part of him wanted to, mostly because he had been alone for so long that any companionship was desirable. And whereas he was armed and ready for a fight, she wasnt, and that could always be clear incentive for her to swing that bat at his head when his back was turned. While Jenna used her medicine to find relief, Wilhelm strode around to the counter and checked to see if there was anything useful. Sometimes shop owners left guns or other security measures underneath the counter and he could always do with a second weapon. He had only a single clip for his rifle and perhaps a reload or two for his magnum so as she was desperate for asmatha medicine, so was he for ammo. But unfortunately there was none here. He assumed a pharmacy owner would keep a sidearm or something, as to ward off thieves and assailants desperate for a fix. Regardless, it was just him and Jenna, and whatever abilities they had between them. He immediately came up to her while she watched the approaching horde. They slammed up against the windows as if a celebrity was inside. Well in a sense they had that status to the undead, for they all desired to literally tear them apart. He looked at Jennas bat and guessed she only got this far by luck. Here, he gestured to her, withdrawing his magnum and handing it to her, butt first, in case things get ugly. An ill-advised move, putting a gun in the hands of a stranger, but why not? They were both alone and trapped, about to be swarmed unless they found an alternative entrance. But he noticed Jenna becoming more piqued and suddenly he heard it too. Gunshots, the roar of tires screeching, and...cursing? There was a battle raging outside and some of the hordes were beginning to disperse to follow that direction. It seems they were deliberately being drawn off. Such luck! More human survivors, and this time here to rescue them. Well, nobody got anywhere by being a sissy. You ready? Stick close to me and make a mad dash for the car. Dont stop for anything. Without further ado, he raised his assault rifle, pointed at the last zombie in the line, and squeezed the clip. Armor piercing rounds shattered the glass pane and blew gaping holes in the undead. He swept the rifle from right to left, mowing down the eight or nine that were still bunched up and clearing a hole. But while it knocked down this small group, already dozens more were pouring towards them from either end of the street. And his rifle made jerking noises as it fell empty. Run! He shouted, pushing her towards the vehicle in the distance where some skinny kid was slashing and hacking away with a scythe like he was the damn grim reaper. But Wilhelm was mistaken. It was a she! Regardless though, he ran after the vehicle, yelling Stop! Stop! You two-faced polio-shirt wearing motherfuckers, stop! They were in the middle of the street now, his spear out and ready to fight if they got left behind. Already there were dozens of zombies coming towards them, groaning for their guts and flesh with their monotone voices.