"Dad!" I yelled.
"Son!" he replied.
I limped towards him as he ran towards me. When we met, we gave a huge hug to each other. I was about to cry. Finally, we let go. He looked down my leg and saw the white tensor bandage on my small ankle.
"You got bit!" he said.
He carried me to their medical area and gave me some old medication. It tasted like dead rats, but I had to.
"It well feel better," my dad said, reading my mind. We walked back down the long, dark hallway, back into the huge store. I met back up with Nathan and Sara at the food isle.
"We got some food," Nathan said, carrying 5 boxes of cookies.
"Put them in my backpack," I said.
He put them in my black, big backpack and they felt like a brick. I tried to keep my balance, but I fell on the cold, plastic floor.
"Let me carry it," Nathan said.
I gave the backpack and he almost fell over, too, but he gained his balance again.
After going around the big supermarket collecting supplies, we unloaded a tent we found and set it up. It took us a while, but finally, it was set up. We got some warm, cozy blankets and some soft, comfortable pillows and set them up in the big tent and went to sleep.
