It’s been a few hours since I found this stranded car in a driveway. Using my wounded leg to drive is not ideal, but I’d rather this then walk.
“I need a pharmacy,” The moon oddly lit the street as I drive into a parking lot, across a pharmacy, which looks stranded and terrifying, I don’t think going at night is such a good idea, but I don’t think I have till morning.
I exit the car with trouble and start my hoping toward the pharmacy; I lost my crossbow and my gun back there… I don’t even give a s**t about whatever attacks me, at least I’ll be rid of this pain.
I walk through the broken window covered in blood carefully while scanning the surrounding, I hope I find what I need because I can feel the blood draining from my body.
I stop at the last shelf exhausted, not one pain pill,
