The explosion reverberated off the walls of the tiny pharmacy. We felt the windows shake, the ground under our feet vibrated, our ears buzzed with that after "fuck you" sound. Almost simultaneously we both said, "man that was fucking cool." The screams of some of the recipients of this little surprise were the only thing to break the reverie. We were on a simple supply run. As America slowly ground into shit, we had taken in several members to our group. Some of these folks required medicine we simply did not have.
The small shopping center had a pharmacy and there were several other abandoned stores we figured we could hit. It was just out of the way enough to allow us to get in and out rather quickly. It was fashioned in a T shaped manner. Shops on both sides created a corridor and sprawl of other shops along the top of the T completed the plaza. Fredrick's pharmacy was our only point of interest. As I broke in, Juice kept watch, another figure, was doing the same at a convenience store on the left-hand side of the T.
By the way, this figure moved and the obvious attempt to mask identity, we both knew it was a female. Why she was out scavenging by herself was a mystery. I told juice to scan to make sure she was in fact alone. She carried a long rifle and had a wicked large handgun on her, as well as an oversized pack, that looked fairly empty. We both assumed that is why she was in the convenience store. There may still be food to stuff into that pack in there.
Our mission was medication, we had food. Leaving the female to her devices, I quickly opened up my pack and began shoving only pills and ointments into my bag. Post collapse, you will want to avoid any liquid medication. By the...