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, Open. Wilhem sighed. This was certainly starting to be a chore to look through all the scattered containers spilled over the floor. He was already in the third aisle, still looking for his precious dextromethorphan which he had not been able to see. Advil? No thanks. Aleve? Pain killer. Might come in handy. He pocketed the half-empty container, looking at all the capsules on the floor and thinking it above him to get on his hands and knees to collect all of them. He was nearing one of the dead zombies he had slain and a horrible stench was emitting from the decayed corpse. Wrinkling his nose, he checked the containers around it quickly. Fish Oil Supplements? The hell are these? He casually flung them over his head as he picked up the next container. Smiling, he had found what he wanted. Dextromethorphan, the cough suppressant. As if on cue, he started a fit of coughing into his arm before standing up, holding the container as if he had just discovered gold. His triumph however, was cut short when someone barged into the pharmacy. His first instinct is that his coughing attracted the horde and they had burst though the door, but when he lowered his spear for a running battle, he was amazed to see a blonde woman burst in. She immediately laid eyes on him, panting severely, and demanding help. Her name was Jenna, and she seemed in desperate straits for albuterol. His mind immediately clicked. He had seen the medicine, twice, in his search, in both tablet form and a red boxed inhaler not far from where he stood. But he also wondered why he should help this stranger, who had just ran into his looting grounds most likely being chased by zombies. But he couldnt leave her to suffer either and he knew what it was like to suffer from short-of-breath and wheezing. Moving slowly, his eyes always on her, he moved towards the end of the aisle and picked up two objects. He then approached her, spear tucked under the armpit, and placed the small container of albuterol tablets and a box containing a red inhaler on a shelf separating them. Im Wilhelm. These are all I could find that contained albuterol. He said, eyeing her carefully. She was only armed with an aluminium bat, which all of his three weapons could easily outmatch, so she wasnt an immediate threat. But while a part of him urged safety and caution towards the newcomer, the greater part secretly rejoiced at seeing another human again. He wasnt alone anymore and the possibility of other survivors greatly cheered his mood. Coughing, he turned away and strode around her to the door. Looking through the glass panes, he saw several zombies strutting towards them in their heavy fashion, groaning and clawing for their guts. As if it had any effect, Wilhem twirled the open sign around to where it pointed closed to the zombies. He also locked the door. Better hurry because their coming. Lots of them. I say we have about ten minutes before their all crowding up the windows.