“We’re going to be safe, Granny,” Aaliyah said. Marcia coughed in response and sadness filled Aaliyah. Time was running out.
She passed through the small streets cautiously, looking for the green cross that symbolized pharmacies. Her eyes were also peeled for any abductors. She spotted a small building. It had the sign she was looking for. She frowned when she noticed the iron doors that blocked entrance. The windows were barred. She couldn’t go through them either. She walked up to the door and looked at its lock. It was of the more complex sort- the kind that took a while to open. She set to work on opening the lock. In five minutes she was done. A smile lit her face up as the doors swung open to let her in. she walked through and shut them so as not to be noticed. She walked through the aisles, searching for pain killers, diabetic drugs and bandages. She found them one, after the other. Then she got an idea. There was so much need for drugs back at the camp. People had caught the flu and had to resort to natural remedies which they knew little about and weren’t used to. If she got drugs for them, she could make some good exchanges. She ran through the store, picking up whatever she felt would be necessary.
She was pleased with herself when she saw how full her bag was. She decided to leave. She was about to head out when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind and held a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming.