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Pharmacy Showdown

(Noah's POV) Yes I did it. Finally.

I slowly walk to where Lexi had pointed me towards the medical stuff. I feel like I'm barely moving. Every step is just making me anxious.

I finally reach the medical section and it is thankfully well lit. I usher myself into the aisle and take a good look at everything. "O-Okay so plenty of bandages will be helpful. Oh and antibacterial spray so any scrapes won't get infected." I continue to mumble to myself.

At the end of the aisle I see a stack of shopping baskets. "That'll make it a lot easier to hold everything." I say aloud. I walk quickly and grab one as fast as possible. I move quickly back to where I was originally looking at the medical supplies.

I load all that we could possibly need into the basket. Right as I was about to head back to the front of the store, I notice something out of the corner of my eye.

Did I just see a person walk across the other side of the aisle? No. Lexi's the only other person here. She's probably just walking to the front. Right? Yeah. Lexi said no one else is here.

"Hey Lex? I think I got everything." I say as I walk towards where I saw the figure.

(Lexi's POV)

I finish up in the outdoors section. I use a nearby grocery bag to hold three flashlights, extra batteries, two pocket knifes, and a handful of lighters.

"AHHHHH!" I hear a faint scream. I freeze. What. Was. That.

I wait a second before hearing "LEXI HELP!" I recognize the voice as Noah's. "Oh no." I say while heading towards the medical aisle. I get there quickly, since I was sprinting through the store.

I see it. One of those brain dead people inching towards... Noah.

Noah glances at me while scooting away on the ground and shouts my name again.

I blink back into reality. I quickly rummage through my grocery bag and pull out a pocket knife. I flip the blade out and I don't hesitate. I run at the... zombie... and stab it right in the chest. I release my hand from the knife in relief. That wasn't enough though. The creature continues to walk slowly towards us. At this point, Noah is having a full blown panic attack. Heavy breathing and tears falling down his face.

I look around for anything at this point. I spot a fire axe in a glass case against the wall. I don't think. I just rush towards it. I try to fiddle with the case. Anyway to open it. Nothing is working. I sigh. I cover my face with one are and with the other, I bash my elbow into the glass, breaking it.

I was relieved that I managed to break the glass and I grab for the axe, avoiding the excess glass that could possibly cut my hand.

I grab it quickly and turn around to see the zombie inching closer and closer towards Noah as he sits curled up in a ball on the ground.

I don't think.

I run up to it fast and swing with all my power. My goal was to hit the zombie's head but instead I hit it in the shoulder, knocking it to the ground. It was still alive though, even though it was sitting like a turtle that fell on its shell.

I decide to finish the job.

I swing and hit my original target this time. Blood splatters all over me but I keep going. Swing after swing after swing after swing until it's finally dead.

To be honest, that zombie was probably dead the second I connected the axe through its brain, but something kept telling me to swing.

I sigh in exasperation and relief. I take long deep breathes to regain my energy and composure.

After taking a good minute to just stare at the lifeless body beneath me.. I hear whimpers.

Right. Noah.

His breathing is heavy and quick. Shit... a panic attack. I didn't think we had to worry about these anymore. Back home, Noah had these... quite often. We aren't sure why but they started happening one day. They haven't been as frequent as they used to be but I can't help but think the apocalypse kick started them again.

I walk over to Noah and kneel down to him. "Hey, it's okay now. It's.. dead. I killed it." I say, hardly believing what was coming out of my own mouth.

Noah slows down his breathing but he doesn't speak. I pull him into a sisterly hug until he stops his panting.

I decide to stand up and check the outside state.

I glance out the window to see how dark it will be getting soon. Before I can suggest we go look for a place to sleep for the night I hear something.

An engine?

Wait...

Motorcycles.