Chris K
As the walk back to the vehicle, Sid looks over the medical materials they've gathered. She looks troubled, or disappointed, but tries to force a smile when she looks up at Chris K. It's almost convincing.
Vivian also smiles when she sees the supplies, but her response appears to be legitimate. "That's good," she says, nodding at the goods in Chris K's arms. "We're not even done yet, but that'll be enough for another day. Right, Rose?"
She looks over at Rose, but the younger woman seems to have dozed off in the front seat of the truck. At the sound of her name, Rose stir, looking up at the others. There are dark circles under her eyes, and even the simple movement of turning to look at the others is heavy with fatigue.
"Uh, yeah," she says, though it's clear she didn't hear what Vivian said. When she sees the medical supplies, though, she smiles gratefully. "Oh, yeah! Yeah. Thanks, Chris. Thanks, Sid."
She looks out the window as Chris K and Sid enter the back seats of the truck. Once they're inside and Vivian starts to drive, Rose looks back at the two. "I
mean that. Going into those places and finding stuff for us - I really appreciate it. I'm not just saying that."
"It's fine," Sid says lightly. "Thanks."
"I just...I want you to know that." Rose turns back to the window, but as she turns, Chris K can see worry in her eyes.
The final pharmacy on their list shows no damage. The door is secure and the windows are all intact. Unfortunately, this only makes it obvious that the pharmacy closed well before the dead rose. The windows are frosted with dust, and inside, Chris K sees only a row of barren shelves and bare walls. A severed cable hangs over the counter in the back of the store, the cash register removed. The sign over the door,
Long Life Medicine, is peeling with age and lack of maintenance.
The veterinary hospital is next. As they drive up, it appears it was once a generous source, but they may be late to the party. A table, now askew, stands in front of the propped-open door. A paper sign, hand-written in permanent marker, is taped to the inside of the window:
SUPPLIES FREE TO SURVIVORS
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED
REMEMBER YOUR NEIGHBORS
WE ARE ARMED
THIEVES WILL BE SHOT
Trash and other detritus, light enough to be carried by the wind, litter the floor inside the open door. Past about two metres of light provided by the window, the interior of the veterinary hospital is dark.