Katherin Hassan-Clarke and Esther Quinn, young lovers living on the coast of Riga, Latvia, face the terrifying realisation that their home is no longer safe when a deadly zombie pathogen ravages Eastern Europe. Fleeing their home before they are for...
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The pharmacy was silent, abandoned.
There was blood splattered on the wall, a bloody handprint. There had been a struggle.
Lyria shuddered, tearing her eyes from the scene. There was nothing she could do for the victim. Still, the gory scene brought her back to her family. She had done nothing to help them, nothing to prevent their gruesome deaths.
Lyria shook her head. She needed to focus. There was time to mourn later.
The others were counting her. Esther and Ivory were still traumatised by their encounters with zombies, and Raven and Rosabelle didn't want to fight unless it was necessary.
Lyria scanned the room. There were still vulnerable entrances, weaknesses in their defence.
"Raven. Ivory. Block the entrances." Lyria ordered.
Ivory nodded, eager to help. She motioned to Raven, then to the metal racks that held medication. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. The metal racks would alert them of any intruders, in the very least.
"Rosabelle. Keep watch for zombies."
Rosabelle nodded, hesitantly. She wanted to help, she really did, but she was terrified of facing the zombies again. What if the horde had followed them? What would they do then? There was no backup plan, no other place to run after the pharmacy. This was it.
If the horde followed them, then they'd have to fight. The pharmacy had no easy escape route, surrounded by thick trees and thick concrete walls.
They should have had another backup plan. It was too late now, though.
Rosabelle stood on the counter, peering through the thin slats in the wall. She'd just have to hope that the horde didn't follow them.
Esther, you're with me. I'm going to sweep the pharmacy for any zombies. I need you to grab some food and medication on the way. We might be here for a while."
Esther nodded, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. She'd pulled herself together after the horde had arrived, forcing herself to see sense.
Lyria was glad. She didn't have the time nor the patience to take care of Esther, not at a time like this. It had been fine when they were holed up in the apartment block, waiting for the others, but now? Esther's pitiful wails would have risked their safety.
The contents of the shelves had been scattered across the floor. Esther fished through the items, slipping bandages, bandaids and painkillers into the shopping cart she'd taken from the front. There wasn't much use for anything else. They'd have to go behind the prescription counter to get anything that would be of use.
Lyria stood close to Esther, shining her flashlight into the darkness. She saw nothing, but the anxious feeling in her gut told her that something was hiding in the shadows.
