You had been out scavenging, you trifled through random medications in a pharmacy you stumbled upon.

You managed to find ibuprofen and cough syrup along with other random shit, sighing as you tossed it into your bag. You travelled further into the store, your pant leg getting caught on something sticking out on a bottom shelf and pulling it off.

You cringed at the sound of glass shattering, seeing a cracked jar on the ground amongst others along the shelf.

I hope no walkers heard that.

You kept walking, reading the medicine labels that practically felt like a foreign language to you when you heard a gun click behind you.

Well, shit.

You turned to put yours up, seeing a boy your age with a bandage over one of his eyes. You looked at him with curiosity before he spoke, his voice unwavering.

"Put the gun down." He demanded, motioning to the floor with a nod of his head.