Week 19: Pit Stop

To protect ourselves from the dead we spent the night in a funeral parlor. Oh the irony.

Now I am sitting in the van waiting on Brenda. As we were about to get back onto I-95 she spotted a pharmacy and thought we needed to restock on our medical supplies. She suggested I watch the door while she ran in to grab some supplies. It would seem that she can handle herself pretty well so I decided to oblige her.

With all the medical supplies she is collecting I am beginning to feel like we're running a mobile hospital here. Maybe I should trade in the van for an ambulance and be done with it.