The Lazy Chronicles: Apartment of the Apocalypse-Chapter 70: Hospital Hijinks

The hospital loomed in the distance, its windows darkened and broken, like hollow eyes watching them approach. The overgrown parking lot was littered with abandoned cars, some with doors still ajar as if their occupants had fled in a hurry. Vines crawled up the cracked walls, and the faint groans of zombies could be heard from somewhere within.

"Why is it always hospitals?" Mallory muttered, kicking a stray can out of her path. "You never hear people saying, ’Go fetch supplies from the abandoned amusement park.’ At least that would be fun."

"Would you prefer zombie clowns?" Alex asked dryly, earning a shudder from Mallory.

Greg adjusted his grip on his baseball bat, his face set in determination. "We stick together, move fast, and get out. Easy."

"Easy, he says," Clara muttered, checking the edge of her machete. "Nothing about this is ever easy."

They approached cautiously, skirting around the cars and keeping low. As they reached the entrance, the automatic sliding doors were stuck half-open, a jagged crack running through the glass.

"Ladies first," Mallory said, stepping aside and gesturing grandly.

Clara rolled her eyes and stepped through, weapon at the ready.

Inside, the air was stale and heavy with the scent of decay. Papers were scattered across the floor, and overturned gurneys blocked part of the hallway. A faint, flickering light from a long-dead monitor cast eerie shadows on the walls.

"Cozy," Mallory whispered, stepping over a pile of broken glass.

Greg pulled out a flashlight, the beam cutting through the gloom. "We need to find the pharmacy. Should be on the first floor."

They moved cautiously, the sounds of their footsteps muffled by years of accumulated dust. Every creak of the floorboards made Mallory jump, earning a smirk from Alex.

"Scared already?" he teased.

"Not scared," Mallory shot back. "Just... alert."

A sudden noise from a nearby room made them all freeze. It sounded like something heavy being dragged across the floor.

"Alert, huh?" Alex whispered, his smirk widening as Mallory clutched his arm.

"Shut up," she hissed, refusing to let go until Greg peeked into the room and gave the all-clear.

They pressed on, eventually reaching a set of double doors with a faded "Pharmacy" sign overhead. Clara pushed them open carefully, revealing a room filled with shelves that were mostly empty.

"Jackpot," Greg muttered, stepping inside.

They began searching the shelves, taking whatever supplies were still intact—bandages, painkillers, antibiotics. Mallory, meanwhile, discovered a box of brightly colored children’s band-aids and gleefully stuffed it into her bag.

"Really?" Clara asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You never know when you’ll need a bandage with dinosaurs on it," Mallory replied.

As they worked, a low growl echoed from the hallway.

"Uh, guys?" Alex said, peering through the door. "We’ve got company."

A group of zombies had appeared, their milky eyes locked onto the pharmacy. They shuffled closer, their groans growing louder.

"Time to go!" Greg shouted, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

They bolted for the back exit, but the door was jammed.

"Of course," Clara muttered, hacking at the lock with her machete.

Mallory, meanwhile, rummaged through her bag and pulled out one of the children’s band-aids.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked, exasperated.

"Thinking," Mallory said, slapping the band-aid onto the jammed door. "It’s symbolic."

The door, predictably, didn’t budge.

"Great plan," Alex said.

Greg swung his bat, bashing the lock until it finally gave way. They spilled out into a narrow alley, the zombies hot on their heels.

"Left or right?" Clara shouted.

"Left!" Mallory yelled, immediately running right.

"You said left!" Greg called after her. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"I panicked!" she shouted back.

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The group eventually regrouped in a nearby convenience store, barricading the door with whatever they could find. Mallory flopped onto the counter, panting.

"Well, that was fun," she said.

Clara glared at her. "You call that fun?"

Mallory shrugged. "It’s all about perspective."

As they caught their breath, a familiar voice called out from behind one of the aisles.

"Well, well. Fancy meeting you here."

They turned to see Sam leaning casually against a shelf, munching on a bag of chips.

"Sam?" Greg said, his jaw dropping. "What are you doing here?"

"Stocking up," Sam replied, holding up the bag of chips. "These expired three years ago, but they’re still pretty good."

Mallory groaned. "Do you have some kind of tracker on us? How do you keep showing up?"

"It’s called fate," Sam said with a grin. "Or maybe I just have excellent taste in company."

Clara rolled her eyes. "Do you ever take anything seriously?"

"Not if I can help it," Sam said, tossing the empty chip bag aside. "So, what’s the plan? You lot running from something, or just taking a scenic tour?"

"We’re gathering supplies," Greg said, his tone wary. "And avoiding zombies."

"Ah, zombies," Sam said, nodding sagely. "Nature’s way of keeping us on our toes."

Mallory couldn’t help but laugh, despite herself. "You’re impossible."

"Thank you," Sam said, bowing theatrically.

As the group settled in, sharing their spoils and strategizing their next move, Mallory leaned back and glanced at Blinky, who had somehow managed to follow them undetected.

"Guess you couldn’t stay behind, huh?" she said, patting the little robot.

Blinky chirped happily, its antenna bobbing.

Greg chuckled. "At least someone around here is reliable."

"Don’t let it go to your head," Mallory warned the robot.

But Blinky just ignore Mallory, If it could speak he sure be beaming and and shouting ’yeaaaahhh’ with hands in the sky.

Mallory just rolled her eyes and smile at the scene.

"Ah, I already missing my apartment" Mallory miss her complete sleep, her animes, drama, and her chips.

If the world didn’t turned out to be like this, what would be their life turned out?

She and her companion wouldn’t have met and just be strangers in the street just walking along passing each other without smile or anything.

"Mallory!! what are you thinking?" Greg shouted.

"Ah? Ha, nothing just foods and stuff"

" Typical you, Mallory HAHAHA" Alex said and they all laugh.

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