The Bad, The Ugly, And Us

Supplies

I grip my machete tightly. "How much longer till we get where we are going Eric?"
"I saw it a few days ago just up ahead shouldn't be too much longer now." Me, Eric and Max have been walking for about 20 minutes now. Eric swears he saw an untouched gas station just about a 30 minute walk from Derrick and Andrew's house. I hate the idea of leaving Julia alone with the two guys at the house, especially after everything she's been through but I felt this necessary at the time to learn more about how this group operates. "So Dylan, I know you haven't even been with us a day but what do you think about our little family?"
"You guys seem to be down to earth, good be to be traveling with, and you seem to know how to handle yourself well Max." She smiles at me, "of course, this dope gave me this hatchet and showed me how to put these things down for good."
He chuckles, "of course I did Max, I care a lot about you and I don't know what I'd do if you were to-" he stops himself and quickly switches topics, "we are almost there." I see a sign in the distance confirming the gas station is indeed nearby. We enter the gas station, Max stays outside to keep watch while me and Eric search the gas station for useful supplies. Eric wastes no time searching the shelves for chips and other foods. I look behind the register, I know some clerks hide weapons or other things behind the counter. I was right I grab a pistol from under the counter, but I'm utterly disturbed as to what else I see under the counter. A bag of pills, half open with some pills spilling out of the bag. I begin to tear up wondering what the hell was up with those pills. "Dylan you all good bud? We gotta go, Max says we got some zombies on our tail." I walk out from behind the counter when Eric says, wait Dylan. I turn around to see that Eric has a clip for the gun I picked up. "You don't wanna miss this ammo do you?"
"Of course not Eric, thank you."
"Boys best not to dilly dally." I hear Max say as she digs her hammer into some zombies heads. As we run back I ask Eric, "were you able to get anything good or that we needed?"
"Of course, got plenty of food and water, how about you?"
"Not much, just this firearm and some ammo although protection is just as important as good nowadays." When we get close to the house we hear gunshots. "What do you think is going on?" Max asks.
"I don't know, but I don't like it, let's pick up the pace."