[ It's easy to slip out and over to the pharmacy, grabbing what he can from the shelves he can get to: hygiene items, OTC medications, a brief pause before he stuffs the rest of the bag full of packages of other hygiene items: tampons, pads, and so on - a big complaint from the women around Hilltop is a lack of them, he knows. When he sees them he grabs them.
He stops in the doorway before he leaves and considers the same thing. He can't lock the door again. Since there's a grate over the actual drug counter there's not one for the front doors, which is annoying.
He makes a split-second decision because one of the last things they need is for the dead to filter in aimlessly because the door swings open. One of the banks of shelves is loose so he carefully yanks it free. He might be small but he's stronger than he looks and it's not too difficult to drag it to cover the doorway. The scraping is kind of loud but if nothing was drawn by the bike earlier, well.
That done, he shut the door as well as he could and stepped back to where the bike had been left, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders. ]
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He stops in the doorway before he leaves and considers the same thing. He can't lock the door again. Since there's a grate over the actual drug counter there's not one for the front doors, which is annoying.
He makes a split-second decision because one of the last things they need is for the dead to filter in aimlessly because the door swings open. One of the banks of shelves is loose so he carefully yanks it free. He might be small but he's stronger than he looks and it's not too difficult to drag it to cover the doorway. The scraping is kind of loud but if nothing was drawn by the bike earlier, well.
That done, he shut the door as well as he could and stepped back to where the bike had been left, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders. ]