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down the alley. Like a light at the end of a tunnel he saw neon lights reading “43 rd Street Pharmacy”. Other than the day Margret Jensen blew him in the back of his dad’s Cadillac, it was the happiest moment of his life.
    Luckily the section of 43 rd street that Mack and Amber emerged into was empty. It was the first bit of good fortune they had all night. Amber got the privilege of breaking the front glass doors.
    “We need to hurry,” said Mack as a loud alarm followed the broken glass.
    “The name?” asked Amber, moments before hopping the pharmacy counter.
    “Digoxin.”
    “Di…what?”
    “Digoxin!”
    “Got it, Dic-ox-kin. Shit, I can’t see a thing.” Amber had to take out her smart phone. With a flashlight app, she managed to generate enough light to read the labels of the shelves full of medicine in front of her.
    Mack could see the erratic movement of puppet shadows approaching. The cloudiness in his head started clearing up. His grip on the cold red metal of the fire ax tightened. He was ready for them.
    Amber’s eyes darted left to right as she scanned the medicine labels. With smart phone in hand she moved the light to align with her vision. She grabbed some additional medications, oxycotine, zolpidem tartrate, Vicodin and all the inhalers they had in stock. Then she found it. On one of the top shelves was a large white bottle with “Digoxin” printed above a bunch of medical mumbo jumbo.
    “You good?” asked Mack. His palms were starting to get sweaty as the puppets got closer. More joined the few that first reacted to the pharmacy alarm.
    “In a minute,” Amber ran her hands across a shelf beneath the pharmacy register. They hit metal and wood. It was the double barrel shotgun that her father kept in case another junkie tried to rob the place. Little did he know that his daughter would be doing the robbing and his deterrent would end up in her hands.
    Next Amber had to get something to put all the medicine and other supplies she scavenged from the pharmacy. In the aisle that had school supplies, she found a backpack. She stuffed the medicine, box of shotgun shells, some water, chips and candy inside. Then she heard screeching over the blaring alarm.
    “We’re out of time, kid!” yelled Mack, right before he almost chopped a meat puppet’s head off. With the pick part of the ax he downed another one. But it wouldn’t be long before he was overrun.
    “Here!” Amber tossed Mack the double barreled shotgun.
    “Where’d you get…?” before Mack could finish his question, more meat puppets surrounded him. He had no choice but to back up into the pharmacy. When the creatures tried to follow he blasted them with the shotgun. Its muzzle flash lit up the store in an extremely brief but bright orange light.
    Out of bullets, Mack threw the shogun back to his young companion and started swinging his ax. The next few minutes consisted of an intense battle between him and eight meat puppets. He cut down everything that climbed through the broken front doors. Each swing was harder than the one before. But in the end he won.
    Amber watched in amazement as Mack decimated the puppets. She was both impressed and in awe of his raw power. At that moment she decided that she absolutely needed him if she was going to make it out of Dallas alive.
    “My dad kept a minivan out back. He was too cheap to pay for deliveries. Instead he used it to pick up whatever the pharmacy needed. It’s out back. We can use it to get out of here.”
    “Let’s go,” said Mack as he breathed heavily, covered in splatters of black goo. “Only way we live is if we get the hell out of this city.”
    Not again. Mack could feel his heart pumping. If he didn’t get his meds, he’d be in a bad way and no help to Amber or himself.
    “Did you get the Digoxin?” asked Mack as he and Amber left the pharmacy and headed towards the alley behind it. He had to brace himself with one arm against the side of the