PHARMACY

I stood out in the distance looking out what I think is greenish blue tinge of paint left on the damaged houses on what’s left of the corner of McKenny Street. I had I known what was going to be of this rotting hole I would have left years ago but I kept waiting for him. There’s a creaking noise off the distance. I snap my head in the direction and see a few small pests run into the tall grass. I need supplies. I dart off onto the next street looking to see what’s left at a convenient store. There’s not much except a few cans of corn and expired food. Defeated I head to the pharmacy to see if there’s anything. I hear something in the distance. Is that a car? Fuck. I have learned to really dislike people over the last 10 years before the reaping, but after humans are evil. I don’t even consider myself human at times. I hear voices but they are distorted. Viordans?

After the reaping there were groups that spread out and of course took over and so on and so forth. I didn’t belong to any groups. I tend to avoid most human contact. I grab my gun and run into the building next to the pharmacy. God that smell! The smell of rotting flesh reeked in my nostrils. I hated walking into god damn smell but rather this then them. I waited a few minutes quietly in the bathroom with the gun cocked. I could hear the car slowly driving up the road. I waited a few more minutes which felt like years. They’re gone let’s go. I look around the building and find out it’s an office room with few supplies. I find a few cans of corn and green beans from the rotting corpse. I quietly thank him and head back to pharmacy. I am able to pry the door open. I didn’t really like this place, but it did the job for a few days but time to move on.

I find that there are a few bottles of expired Tylenol. I don’t find any food, but I see something on the floor. It’s Silver heart shaped locket. It reminds me of him. My husband was cheesy like this. He loved buying me things that would make me smile or laugh. I miss him. I didn’t know it would hurt this much. He taught me to fight because he knew I would be by myself in this chaos. I almost hate him for it. No, you don’t. I slide the heart-shaped locket into my pocket. I end up back on the road. I keep following for about two miles. I think I’m in Bradford county? I hear that car again. Fuck.

I jump into the ditch to see which way they are coming from. Right! I feel this electric shock in my shoulder. I can’t breathe. A car sped off quickly. I laid there. I just got shot. This is it. I lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath. This is why I hate humans. I don’t know if I should move or even, I can move. I try to move my fingers and toes. I barely can move my neck but am able to. I force myself to sit up. I let out a whimper. Fuck this hurts. I look at my shirt covered in dark red blood. I just got this shirt. I go to move the shirt to look at the extent of the wound but there was an opening but not deep enough. I need to clean it. I take off the shirt and I hear a clanking sound on the floor. I pick up the silver heart locket which had a large impression from the bullet with my blood on it.