■ Pharmacy

@Do Kyungsoo Chanyeol watches as the smaller male heads off, grabbing the needed requisites before heading back to him. He scans through the items briefly, eyes widening at the sight of a needle. No, it's not that he hates that said item, he just wasn't exactly fond of it.

With a nervous gulp, Chanyeol shifts slightly, choosing to sit down on an old wooden chair as he inhaled deeply. He brought a hand up to his shoulder, rubbing it as if trying to soothe himself. The needle had brought him memories of a time when he had an experience with a needle just like that, it wasn't a good time to remember at all.

"Are you using that?" He asks, wanting to make sure that he wasn't just scaring himself.

With a soft sigh, Chanyeol leans back in his seat, looking up at the other. The stranger looked kind, friendly in fact, enough to gain Chanyeol's trust, but could he just give in like that? He got his answer when a sharp pain shot through his body, a small trickle of blood making it's way down his arm before meeting the ground.

Yes, he would. Besides, he was strong and what could be so bad about stitching? It's just like sewing, just much much more painful, right?

@Do Kyungsoo Chanyeol would be lying if he said he was expecting someone to appear, and upon seeing a male, a human, standing just meters away from him, Chanyeol was indeed shocked. He then snaps out of his trance, choosing not to worry the other any further, nor keep him waiting. With a polite smile, Chanyeol enters the room, looking around curiously.

"Thank you." He mutters, amazed at how the place was arranged.

He would have to admit, the place didn't look as eerie or horrible as it did in horror movies, and it also had a nice vibe to it, almost welcoming. He then remembers the wound on his arm, eyebrows furrowing when it gave a painful sting. He then turns towards the other, slightly gesturing towards the laceration.

"Had it by a fall, think you can help?" He asks, hoping he didn't sound too straightforward or insolent for a first meeting.

He honestly didn't even know why he had trusted the stranger, but as long as the male was working in the pharmacy, he was safe, right?

Chanyeol was lost. He had been wandering the grounds of the city for almost half an hour but has yet to find what he had searched for. It has been ages since his last trip to a nearby pharmacy, let alone a hospital, and it was for that reason he had regretted, for those places were all that he needed at the moment.

Chanyeol had gotten his arm lacerated earlier that day. He had tried running away from a zombie, only to result in him falling down a bumpy slope. The rest of what had happened were better left to be told in the future. He knew that he had to do something somehow, if he has yet to do it soon, he was certain that sooner or later he would be an open meal to wandering zombies.

It didn't take long for him to spot a pharmacy not too far off from where he stood. With a relieved sigh, he starts taking long strides towards the store, taking in a deep breath before gripping onto his arm and gently pushing the door open with wary eyes. He takes cautious steps into the store, clearly noting how everything seemed so quiet and abandoned.

"Hello?" He calls out, making sure his bag was securely in place over his shoulder before he takes a step towards the receptionist desk.

It was probrably a stupid idea for Chanyeol to be standing in front of the counter like any other ordinary patient during any other ordinary day but he honestly didn't know what to do. With a sigh, he inspects his wound, wincing the moment he touches it.

"Well that's just great."

@Byun Baekhyun Well, the uniform looked cool on him, no doubt, but Sunggyu just made a mental note not to wear it in the midst of a bright, sunny day such as that one. He doubted Krystal would mind what happened to it, anyway, but weirdly, even as sweaty - and bloody - it was, he only realized that he still probably gave out a police-like vibe when the guy inside the pharmacy looked at him with fear... oh well, he wouldn't know, but he took extra care not to brush against the stranger when he rushed past him, for a reason only he knew ofㅡand he wouldn't want to reveal it.

On a second thought, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to borrow the uniform after all.

Sunggyu was not even a police by the nation's standard, but the thing was that he was /more/ than thatㅡoriginally, he was just a lab analyst, but a few years of being a BSAA agent was more than enough to make it up. In fact, it was probably the sole reason as to why he was still alive up until that second... well, aside from the unexpected help he received when he failed his last mission.

Panting slightly from the exertion he had been undergoing on the way, Sunggyu clutched his chest as he let the door swung close on its own behind him. If he was lucky, that guy killed all the monsters lurking inside. But he couldn't be too careless. The gun was still held steady on his hand, a light calibre one, and as he leaned on the wall to let himself recover for a bit, he took a glance around the empty pharmacy.

Most of the medicines were still there, thank God.

And with that, the pale-complexioned male headed towards one of the aisles, looking for the painkillers and some of the other medicines. He promised his companion that he would be quick, and he intended to be. He could just grab those things and head straight back to their hideout.

Hopefully.