The whole zombie surviving Jace's onslaught was something that Dusty had missed entirely and was dumbfounded when Devan ran up and stared beating on it. He thought she was going for a bit of overkill by taunting it, but it was up to her how to kill the things. He had his pack ready to go, slightly overweight, but he wound remember to pass out everything once they reached the church that William had suggested. A church was a practical place, not to many people would have been there when it hit, they would have been running. Also, a place to worship would do good for the group's moral. He began to walk towards the front of the store, when his eye caught Moon.
Moon was still a little woozy from being dragged by Devan, "Girl's got some arm strength." She thought to herself as she stood beside a checkout lane. When she killed the zombie, she began clapping a bit drunkenly. She wasn't feeling too great, but that was probably due to the week old shots she had taken. Then her head started to spin a bit and before she knew it, she fell on her ass without even moving. "Woah.... What was in that drink?" She wondered to herself. Then it hit her, why everyone in the bar seemed to die happily and where they were rather than all over the place. They had spiked their drinks with some of the drug dealer's GHP, and slept through the attack or whatever happened to them. She managed to convey this knowledge to her group by slurring, "I think that dead guy roofied me." And then she puked.
When Dusty reached her, he had his flash light out and looked into her pupils. They were dilated, and Moon seemed slightly disoriented. When she said she had been roofied, he thought it must have been diluted in something, or she would already be out. He checked her pulse, asked her to count to ten, and basic medical type things, he said out loud. "Yep, minor GHP poisoning. What ever held the stuff must have been sitting out for a while, or she'd be completely out. She probably needs to lie down once we reach the church. Can you walk?" She responded by getting to her feet and walking in a stumbling manner, but had the hang of it.
"Tori," She said looking at the girl, "I think you should hold my gun. Never a good idea to drug and fire. Keep that in mind, Jasmine." She walked over to Devan on the counter. "What are we waiting for? An invitation from the zombie pope? Lets move!" She half yelled and stumbled more towards the door.