Night Of The Living Pharmacists Novels & Stories

he explained. “Okay. Thank you, Doc.” I received the prescription from him. After picking up the medication at the pharmacy, Scott and I headed for the exit. He made sure it was safe before approaching the car. I hurried inside, worried that someone might shoot us. Rocco drove the car away from there. “I forgot. Tomorrow is Halloween,” I murmured, looking at the decorations of the house we passed. “It's just a normal day, like any other day,” Scott said. “Nothing special.”

I could move even if every step took effort. We passed a nurse's station but the nurses were all busy with other patients. No one looked up as we walked by. Farok knew exactly where he was going like he had memorized the layout of the hospital. We took a stairwell down instead of the elevator. Three floors. Four. My legs were burning by the time we reached the ground level. The pharmacy was on the first floor. Farok led me inside through a back entrance that should have been locked but wasn't. The lights were off which meant it was after hours. No one was there.

Fred call everybody for house meeting and talk on how to produce the vaccine, how to set up all the equipment. Head of the family gave them space in the community they set up the equipment there after setting it. Some drugs and they're food are running out in that community and they need a zombie to use for the experiment. Jane, Fred, Cassandra, and Harrison. Left to look for food and drugs, and also try to capture One zombie. All of them head straight to the south. When they got to south, Fred and he's companion look for the biggest pharmacy in the south. They found one, there's no zombie around the door and it was locked. They force it, to opened and get inside, packed all the drugs and wi

replied Isaac as he handed the Rx. “ID please.” Isaac gulped. Sweat dripped down his greasy face as he handed in a fake Id saying he’s 22. The lady folded her face in contempt, mockingly staring at the ID and then at him, and then back. “The full prescription?” she asked, confused. “Uh, yes please.” She pursed her lips, “I’ll be right back.” The pharmacist came back and landed a brown paper bag that contained 5 canisters of rattling pills which were blindingly bright pink.

he replied to the pharmacy assistant on the other line. It wasn't exactly the usual pharmacy in this side of town, but it catered to their medicinal needs even at ungodly hours, practically open 24/7. As far as he knew, most of the pharmacy's customers ordered products and their prescription meds via phone or online. He imagined putting "also a certified wolfsbane potion dealer" on their storefront would most likely drive potential customers away, instead of attracting more patrons. "The packages will be delivered tomorrow at seven in the evening, Mr. Roiz. If not, the next morning at the latest."

“There is a big pharmacy, and it’s open!” Charlie screamed. She slapped Taylor’s face, gesturing toward the pharmacy. “There, Babe! There!” It was past three in the morning. The couple had been to five other pharmacies within Redfield. Only three were open, but none of them had the morning-after pill! They were both exhausted, but hey, they were on a mission: they both did not want to die in the hands of Adrian King! Taylor frantically pulled over in front of the pharmacy. They both rushed inside, breathless, begging for the desperately needed item.

"You can't keep this secret forever, Anna. Eventually, it will come out, and you need to be prepared for that.” I nodded with my face low. It was getting close to nightfall, and I'm sure Lura and Alex were waiting for us in the car. As we went out of the ward, I couldn't help but note how pristine the surroundings were. The clean walls and fluorescent lights radiated professionalism, but I felt uneasy as we went out into the brilliant sunshine. Victoria wrapped her arm around mine, and we strolled in quiet to the drugstore just across the street. The pharmacist, a kind woman with a lovely grin, greeted us and promptly filled the doctor's prescription.

The night was dark. And the time is near. As we neared the building, the mouth of the living beast, I lay a small prayer in my lips. I stood at the end of the table, hands on the wood, staring at the skyscraper blueprint in front of me. The black ink lines showed where the Vipers lived. They were front companies during the day and drug dens at night. I was going to burn their neon pride to ashes tonight. "They think the night protects them," I said, cutting the silence. Everyone looked up at me. "But the night is ours."

He found the various classes of medicines complete and well organized. As they approached the pharmacy counter, they heard a faint groan. Laim was immediately terrified. It wasn't the first time he heard something like this, but he still couldn't help but be terrified. Liam's gaze immediately followed where it was coming from, and he immediately looked at Brandon when he saw a mindless creature wearing a pharmacist's uniform. The two of them shared a silent understanding—it was time to face the undead once again. Even so, even before they fought, Brandon looked around and checked if there were any other undead besides this pharmacist. Luckily, no more.

Then one of them said, “It doesn’t make sense, boss. We don’t understand how either.” I stared past them, trying to think, trying to remember. But my mind was still a mess. Blurry. Like someone had pulled a blackout curtain over the past twelve hours. “I was supposed to check those containers myself,” I muttered, half to them, half to myself. “Last night. Where the fuck was I?” No answer. Just that damned perfume still lingering behind me. Someone had drugged me. Someone had gotten close enough to get into my bed, mess with my head, and make sure I didn’t remember a damn thing. While they stole from me.