"DAD NO!" Linda shouted as she watched her father fall to the ground. "Dad are you alright?" The woman asked as he tried to pick him up from the floor "What's up with him?" David asked Aiden casually. "Who knows." The black haired teenager replied raising his shoulders. "CAN YOU STOP BEING SO CASUAL ABOUT MY FATHER HAVING A FAINT HEART ATTACK?!" Linda said looking really angry. "Heart attack?" Grace asked looking curious. "Yes... He's got a heart condition... After this small heart attack he needs to take his pills..." The black haired woman replied. "Do you have them?" The man with the leather jacket asked. "No I don't... They ran out 2 days ago..." Linda replied. "Well that's bad..." The brown haired woman said. "Call me crazy, but isn't that... a medicine cabinet?" Aiden said pointing at a room with a green light that was closed off with a remote iron door. "No way!" David said as he walked up to it. "Locked..." The grown man said as he tried to use the handle. "Fuck!" The old man lying on the floor said. "It's gonna be alright dad. We'll find a way in!" Linda said reassuringly to her father. "We need to look for the keys then." Aiden proposed. "Sounds like a good idea." The brown haired woman replied. "Haven't introduced myself haven't I? My name is Ashley Monroe." She introduced herself with a gentle smile. Her figure was slim and her height normal, around to 1.74. She was wearing a green olive coloured shirt and a black pair of jeans along some brown Timberland boots. "I'm Aiden Campbell, nice to meet you." The blue eyed teenager said with a warm smile. "I'm Kevin Rodriguez." The man with the hat and the leather jacket said. He was almost at Ashley's height, maybe a little bit taller. Additionally he was wearing a blue pair of jeans and had a white and blue hat. "The name's Linda Wright." Linda said coldly. Her black jacket, faded blue jeans and black boots showcased her personality. Rebel and surely not easy-going. "And that's my father, Owen Wright." She continued as she opened up his white shirt so he could stop sweating on his black pants and boots. "I'm Grace." The blonde haired girl said. "For what's worth my name is David, that's my wife Olivia and my son Daniel." The grown man played along with the introductions. "Anyway we should set up a plan. We can't just stand here, with arms crossed hoping that something will happen in our favor right?" Aiden said looking serious. "I say Aiden works on how to get the medicine, Ashley is our lookout keeping an eye on that front door. Grace shifts in with her when she needs it and Linda should take care of her father." David suggested a decent plan. "I'm in." Aiden stepped up and said. "Agreed." "Yeah me too." The young women said. "I believe this drug store isn't a permanent solution. I'm going to check outside for any gas that's left so we can leave. I've got a car and as I noticed when I got out of the store you have one too. That means we can leave as soon as we get these pills that Owen needs." Kevin added. "That's a great idea!" David replied patting him in the back. "Sounds like we've got a plan. Everyone to your posts! I'll search around for the keys." Aiden said as he started walking around. David went kn to see how Danny was, Kevin opened the door and got out as all of them wished him luck, And Grace alongside Ashley moved towards the front door.

Aiden was walking around checking every magazine shelf that was around the store. The black hair boy even checked behind the counter but no luck was with him, as he didn't find anything. "Fucking hell... Why would a drug store sell magazines anyway?!" He thought to himself walking around the store. As the teenager walked around the room he noticed the door that was busted down by that walker that attacked Grace earlier. With his fingers crossed he walked towards the door and entered the room. The smell that room gave out was hectically weird and it certainly wasn't spacious as the main part of the store. It might have not even been a part of the drug store. A mattress lied on the left corner of the room, next to it there was a desk with a small television on top of it. Blood was spilled on the floor next to the mattress, since it had been there for some time. Maybe 2 days. "I guess someone tried to survive the apocalypse in this room but... It doesn't look like it worked out." Aiden said to himself walking towards the desk. As he ran his eyes through the desk he caught a glimpse of photograph on the right corner of the desk almost ready to fall off. "What's that?" He asked as he picked it up. The photograph showed three people posing arm to arm. At the left there was a young man, probably at his 20s, in the middle there was a mature woman and at the left side a man. Signs showed that these three were a family and that they were posing for a family photo together. "Light blue uniform..." Aiden whispered as he noticed the young man's uniform. "He most have worked in the pharmacy that's for sure..." He continued with his train of thoughts. "I hope he's around somewhere so he can help us find the keys..." The handsome young man implied putting the picture back on the desk. "Let's see here then..." He said out loud as he opened the first of the three drawes of the office. "Nothing..." Aiden said as he quickly closed it disappointed and opened the other one hoping to find something more useful. "Oh..." The teenager said opening the drawer and glancing at an old silver magnum revolver with a pack of ammunition beside it. He picked the gun up from the desk holding it from it's black iron grip and then looked at it more thoroughly placing his index finger on the trigger-guard and his thumb on the hammer. "That... will surely come in handy!" Aiden said looking excited as he placed the gun on top of the desk alongside the ammunition. The blue eyed teenager opened the cylinder and placed one bullet in each chamber. When the gun was fully loaded Aiden put the rest of the ammunition in his side pocket and the magnum in the back one. The teenager begged that the last drawer would have the keys but he wasn't lucky enough. All he got was a black flashlight that was working pretty well. He placed it into his other back pocket and left the room.