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Authors: Laurie Mains, L Valder Mains
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he was gone. He had not seen any people or dogs lately and that fact along with his concern for Sara, spurred him on.
When he went inside he found the prescription medications thrown on the floor behind the pharmacist’s counter like someone had been searching for something. He knelt down and dug through the mess until he found a bottle of the antibiotic that was on the Commander’s list. He also found a box of single use hypodermic needles to inject the medicine. He searched for bandages and a plastic bottle of alcohol to clean the wounds again and stuffed it all in a plastic bag along with chocolate bars, nuts, and a few bags of Cheetos. He left the Pharmacy and glanced at a white camper van parked across the street. Something about it bothered him. He took a few more steps before it came to him. The driver’s window was open.
He was certain it was closed when he went into the pharmacy.
A creepy chill worked its way up his back when he realized someone in the van was watching him from the shadows. He was speeding back to the car cursing himself for not bringing the gun with him visualizing where inside the car he left it when he heard the van’s engine start. Running the last few steps he pressed the remote to unlock the door. He pulled the door open and dove inside coming up with the gun. He clicked the safety off and spun around in time to see the van turn the corner at the end of the street. He was breathing hard as adrenaline spiked his heart rate. It was then that he remembered the pharmacist with the knife protruding from his chest. This was his pharmacy. He locked the doors and with a shaky hand started the car and putting it into gear an unwelcome realization came to him. Whoever was in the van has seen his car.
If I park in front of the house it will be like leaving a neon sign out front telling the guy where we are.
He needed to figure this out but he was worried about Sara and did not want to waste time looking for a solution. He lived ten blocks from the pharmacy and as he drove he came up with a basic plan. He would drive to the next street after his and look for an empty carport or garage in which to park and then sneak home cutting through neighbouring backyards. He turned the corner onto Arlington Drive and drove up the block opting for the house behind the Jones’ who lived four doors down. He drove into the empty carport; he did not know the people who lived in the house, they had no kids and both worked in the city and commuted to Phoenix every day. He got out and ducked down low with the gun in one hand and the bag from the pharmacy in the other locking the door behind him. He stood by the car and waited and watched but did not see or hear anything. He walked towards the backyard and heard a car engine. He could not see it or tell from which direction it was coming. It sounded close. He gave up any attempt at concealment and ran flat-out back to his house collapsing against the front door after slamming it shut and locking it.
The house reverberated as he ran down to where she lay on his bed. She did not stir when he entered the room and for a heart stopping moment he thought she was dead. He felt the surge of grief overtake him and then a sudden blast of relief when he detected the low raspy intake of breath. He watched, with tears in his eyes, her chest rise and fall and he let out a shaky sob. He sat beside her and gently took her arm in his hands, he could feel that she was still burning up, and he gave her the shot exactly as the Commander instructed him. She did not react at all when he poked her with the needle.
Upstairs he found a clean wash cloth and wetting it came down and sat beside her on the bed patting her forehead with the cool cloth. He was so afraid of losing her that his hands shook as he washed her arms and neck sick with fear and a pervasive sense of grief. He was worried about the white van and he got up and locked his bedroom door then lay down beside her holding
When he went inside he found the prescription medications thrown on the floor behind the pharmacist’s counter like someone had been searching for something. He knelt down and dug through the mess until he found a bottle of the antibiotic that was on the Commander’s list. He also found a box of single use hypodermic needles to inject the medicine. He searched for bandages and a plastic bottle of alcohol to clean the wounds again and stuffed it all in a plastic bag along with chocolate bars, nuts, and a few bags of Cheetos. He left the Pharmacy and glanced at a white camper van parked across the street. Something about it bothered him. He took a few more steps before it came to him. The driver’s window was open.
He was certain it was closed when he went into the pharmacy.
A creepy chill worked its way up his back when he realized someone in the van was watching him from the shadows. He was speeding back to the car cursing himself for not bringing the gun with him visualizing where inside the car he left it when he heard the van’s engine start. Running the last few steps he pressed the remote to unlock the door. He pulled the door open and dove inside coming up with the gun. He clicked the safety off and spun around in time to see the van turn the corner at the end of the street. He was breathing hard as adrenaline spiked his heart rate. It was then that he remembered the pharmacist with the knife protruding from his chest. This was his pharmacy. He locked the doors and with a shaky hand started the car and putting it into gear an unwelcome realization came to him. Whoever was in the van has seen his car.
If I park in front of the house it will be like leaving a neon sign out front telling the guy where we are.
He needed to figure this out but he was worried about Sara and did not want to waste time looking for a solution. He lived ten blocks from the pharmacy and as he drove he came up with a basic plan. He would drive to the next street after his and look for an empty carport or garage in which to park and then sneak home cutting through neighbouring backyards. He turned the corner onto Arlington Drive and drove up the block opting for the house behind the Jones’ who lived four doors down. He drove into the empty carport; he did not know the people who lived in the house, they had no kids and both worked in the city and commuted to Phoenix every day. He got out and ducked down low with the gun in one hand and the bag from the pharmacy in the other locking the door behind him. He stood by the car and waited and watched but did not see or hear anything. He walked towards the backyard and heard a car engine. He could not see it or tell from which direction it was coming. It sounded close. He gave up any attempt at concealment and ran flat-out back to his house collapsing against the front door after slamming it shut and locking it.
The house reverberated as he ran down to where she lay on his bed. She did not stir when he entered the room and for a heart stopping moment he thought she was dead. He felt the surge of grief overtake him and then a sudden blast of relief when he detected the low raspy intake of breath. He watched, with tears in his eyes, her chest rise and fall and he let out a shaky sob. He sat beside her and gently took her arm in his hands, he could feel that she was still burning up, and he gave her the shot exactly as the Commander instructed him. She did not react at all when he poked her with the needle.
Upstairs he found a clean wash cloth and wetting it came down and sat beside her on the bed patting her forehead with the cool cloth. He was so afraid of losing her that his hands shook as he washed her arms and neck sick with fear and a pervasive sense of grief. He was worried about the white van and he got up and locked his bedroom door then lay down beside her holding
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