With any luck, Dave figured he’d be in and out of the pharmacy before the Shamblers sensed him. Cissy was in a bad way and only antibiotics might break her fever.
Before he’d gone ten paces, they swarmed up from nowhere. He barricaded himself in the store, knowing it wouldn’t hold them long.
He found the pills and was plotting his exit when his telephone earpiece buzzed. He slapped at it distractedly.
“Cissy? You wan’t what? Preference by who?!? No, of course I think you’re worth it, sweetie, but can we discuss this later? I’m kinda swamped right now.”
This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 4: Busy