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                                                                Painkillers   [Check]                                                                       Bandages   [Check]                                                                           Antiseptic   [Check]

       Hell -- they struck gold as far as Ellis was concerned. It wasn't much compared to what usually was needed, but scavenging was probably their only hope with most of the world gone to shit. With a soft exhale, the hick piles in the last bit of supplies in the duffel bag and zips it up. Been walking for a few miles now, feels like his toes might just fall right off at any second. But ever since finding this 'new' store, there's a sense of renewed vigor. A second wind.

       Tilting his head, he focuses to the back room located behind the pharmacy counter, "..yuh' find anythin' in there?" Some mad shuffling going on, Nick's probably pissed off they had to even go this far. They should be all grateful, even if it meant backtracking to Rochelle and Coach.

                                  "Hope they're doin' alright." Habitual worried murmuring,                                                      but who could blame him?

        Securing the bag around his shoulder, Ellis clutches the shotgun in hand before meandering to the back room. Poking his head in, the mechanic squints at the man who's hunched by a small safe and carton of cigarettes. 'Tch.. shoulda' known.'