Willow Grayson's Story

Willow looked around the corner, Buster close behind her heels. Positive that everything was clear, she made her way into the pharmacy. The door was locked, but she made quick use of the windows by bashing them open with her bat. She climbed in, turning to Buster who was too short to jump up to follow her.
"Stay here, boy. Let me know if anyone comes." He let out an acknowledging bark and sat facing the street. Willow made her way down the isles, looking for anything she could easily carry around in her backpack. She grabbed some crackers, a bottle of aspirin, some water bottles, and some more food for buster. She made her way to the back, hopping over the counter to the shelves of medications. Hydrocodone, ciprofloxacin, Zarontin, and some other meds that may come in handy. She shoved all of that along with some gauze and ointment in her backpack and made her way back out of the window before stopping dead in her tracks to the sound of Buster letting out a growl followed by a quick bark. "Buster..?!" She yelled before quickly vaulting out of the window to find Buster barking at squirrel in a tree, it's fuzzy tail twitching in irritation at the large dog. It let out a few barks of it's own before scurrying away. Willow sighed and kneeled down to scratch Buster's head. "Don't scare me like that, boy. I thought one of those things was after you" He licked her face in reassurance and she smiled. "Ok lets get out of here."

"Goddammit, immune system? Why didja have to wait until the zombie apocalypse to sleep on the job and let me get a fever?" Chris mumbled to himself as he half-sprinted, half-stumbled through the street to the pharmacy. As a rather healthy man, most of the time, Chris had neglected to keep his home stocked with the necessary medication, a bad habit for which he was now paying the price.

Normally, it wouldn't have been that great of an idea to try and leave the safety of his home in such a state, but Chris's home was only a couple minute's walk away from the pharmacy, and after a full day of misery, he figured that it was worth risking a painful death to obtain the much-needed medication.

He had clearly been too optimistic. As he rounded the corner to the pharmacy, he found the windows busted open, and a redhead with a dog standing right outside. It was a bit surprising that it had taken this long to get looted, thinking on it a bit. "Er, h-hey!" He stammered, hastily hiding his kitchen knife (the only thing in his home that had been really suitable for use as a weapon). "Anything left in there? I guess the sick bird misses the worm and all that, but I'm sorta in need of some fever medicine."

Looking the stranger up and down, she saw the signs of a fever and raised her bat. Buster stood up and lowered his head, growling a warning at him.
"What's wrong with you? Are you bitten? Did you get scratched?!" Willow asked, stepping back cautiously. "Tell me right now, or so help me I will bash your skull in." Buster barked in agreement.

((Sorry, posted in the wrong location.))

"Woah, woah, woah, the hell is your problem?" Christopher stuttered, holding his hands up. "I've just got a legit fever because the universe fuckin' hates me, alright? Haven't even gotten within like ten feet of a zed, so how 'bout you stop threatening to bash my head in ?"

He sighed. "Look, lady, all I'm asking is if there's any shit left in there. If you took it all, I'm just gonna turn around, go home, and suffer, alright?"

Willow looked the lanky man up and down and nodded. "I'm just making sure you aren't going to turn into one of those...things." She nodded, and unzipped her backpack. After a good minute or two of rummaging, she grabbed a bottle of Dayquil and threw it at him. "This should help. There's more in there, but it's getting late and you don't want to get stuck in an open building at night" She nodded towards the setting sun. "Do you have a place where we can stay?" She nodded at Buster and looked back at the young man curiously. If he really was sick, she could help him get better quickly.

"It'll be better if we stick together. Nobody should be alone here."