... The sun was rising. A gray dawn, the color of ash and partially burned newsprint. There was no line: the pharmacy was closed. Standing there, Zachary knew there was only one place left he could go. They had warned him that the pharmacies would be closing soon, and as much as he tried to avoid their help, he knew he needed them now. Zachary quickly ducked into a desolate alley, his steps echoing off the silent walls. There wasn't much time. There was even less hope. The events of his last run-in with the Greybloods battered the edges of his mind. ...
Sentence No. 32
They had warned him that the pharmacies would be closing soon, and as much as he tried to avoid their help, he knew he needed them now.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 2:09 p.m. by noah
His sanity was wearing off, and he realized he would need it now more than ever.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 5:21 p.m. by KalieLyn
His legs moved foward but his heart kept him back.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 6:44 p.m. by Sergio
He glimpsed his face in the pharmacy window - not nearly fierce enough. I'll look tougher in the dark, he thought looking for an entrance.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 7:46 p.m. by ZeusC
Zachary ran his fingers across the scar on his right cheek; a gift from his last visit to Varney's Haven. Bridges had been burned.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 4:27 p.m. by ironbuttbiker
He reached for his cellphone and called Tony "Bone" Bauer, an unemployable acquaintance who sold prescription drugs stolen from seniors.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 1:01 p.m. by bloggerton
He made his way. He was already risking getting killed by those creatures that had been lurking around since the attack happened.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 12:56 p.m. by thereal3rdmarch
The hospital was about 5 klicks from the pharmacy and even then he wasn't sure he'd find there.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 11:57 a.m. by NickMikail