Merle grumbled as he looked through the baggie of pill bottles. He rifled through it, reading the labels briefly. He frowned when he saw the bottle he was looking for -- empty.

He set the bag down, pulling out the bottle. Wiping his mouth, his fist clenching and unclenching around it a few times, he began to search. He looked around the little base until he found them, tossing the bottle into their lap.

“You use my damn pills again?” he grunted irritably, his arms crossing. He didn’t really like to share, though they never really got that message.