Night Of The Living Pharmacists นิยาย & เรื่องราว

True, he’d thought himself dead then as he fell, and since it all happened through his eyes as a slowed down version of reality, Porcius figured his days were done. He then soon enjoyed the bleary dreams of an eternal bathhouse full of naked women that swirled in his mind. Nonetheless, these wonderful images soon busted apart and a more painful actuality slammed into his mind. Drust and his little apprentice woke them up and said they had a friend of theirs to see them. Angry that he may have to die more than once, Porcius arose, head throbbing and body aching. He was very cheerful, in a way, to see it was August, though it meant the German was just as screwed as the rest of them.

They hadn't made it into any evacuation shelter base, but they were trapped in this mega pharmacy from the start. The outbreak happened at dawn. The group had spent the whole night partying at a Timberfall bar and were on their way back to crash. On the road, they saw the only 24-hour pharmacy still open and went in to grab a few things. When they entered, the store was empty, except for a pool of blood at the checkout counter. While they were still confused, screaming erupted outside. A pharmacy clerk in a white coat, face covered in blood, was chasing a middle-aged man down the street. At the intersection, the man was tackled and pinned to the ground.

The woman with priapism had unknowingly provided Zia with the perfect escape. __ Zia stepped into the small pharmacy just down the street from Raymond’s hospital, clutching the prescription slip in her trembling hands. Her heart pounded as the pharmacist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, greeted her warmly. “Good afternoon,” the pharmacist said, adjusting her glasses. “How can I help you today?” Zia hesitated for a moment before sliding the paper across the counter. “I need these filled,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I, for a matter of fact knew that he can make my whole life upside down. "Chachu?" I repeated the same question for Gaurav sir to clear everything for me. "Yes, Chachu!" However the one who answered me was the reason for my speep deprived nights and horrible nightmares. Albeit, his voice send shivers down my spine. ••••••••••

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The door was unlocked. They slowly walked in. "Damien?" Ashleigh called. No answer. The house was dark but ironically didn't smell dusty. It actually smelt like it was just give a hot bath. "You go check upstairs," Jonathan instructed. Ashleigh nodded and went to the stairs. She slowly climbed up looking around. She looked to her left, then to her right. The master bedroom's door was opened. She slowly walked in. The large bed was neatly done but on one side lay a few empty bottles of medication. Then she took notice of the ginger hair.

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“Do you know what you’ve put me through? I was already in despair after learning that I had lung cancer. I wanted to try some cheap medicine to save up some money, but this scammer of a pharmacist even exploited dying cancer patients like us! He sold me expired, fake medicine, and I suffered from a 40℃ fever! “Look, it’s this pharmacy called Mercy Pharmacy, and the owner is Luke Zimmerman! You have to avoid this place!” Peter’s choked-up complaints were incredibly persuasive. The comment section went wild.

Most of them look weary - end of the week blues, I call it - and eager to get to their destinations. The pharmacy is crowded with after work shoppers, and all the people standing around makes Madeleine nervous. She recoils and tries to leave, but I stop her, firmly holding on to her hand. “You can’t wait,” I whisper. “No one here knows you, and you’ll probably never see them ag-” “Hey Mama look,” a little girl’s voice rings out. “That’s Betsy’s mommy. The hooker.” Silence thicker than death descends on the pharmacy, and all eyes fall on us. Next to me, Madeleine goes stiff as a board, and when I look down at her, I can see tears glistening in her eyes.

She thought about it and decided to enter the pharmacy to purchase some sobering medication as she did not have an idea whether there was such medication in Henry's house. She started looking for a parking spot but the parking spots near the pharmacy were all occupied. Thus, she did not have a choice but to park at a much further place. She got down from the car and sprinted to the pharmacy. She then purchased the medication and headed back to the car. There were a few people ahead who were drunk and waddling to her direction. They were all talking about some perverted topics that would be unpleasant to hear. It was already midnight and there were very few people on the streets. The yellow l