This woman had an overactive sense of self, Delusional Disorder, and selfish religious fanaticism. Still, she was quite interesting.
"No, wait, let's make a deal." Just as Su Ming was about to argue with the woman a little longer, a slightly chubby man in a suit walked over and interrupted. "It's not impossible for you to come in. We have plenty of food and water too, but we can't give them to you for nothing."
"Oh? Let's hear it." Deathstroke liked making deals too. He liked these practical people in the apocalypse.
"Someone here is injured, so we need antibiotics and painkillers. If you can retrieve the medicine from the pharmacy at the street corner, we'll let you in and give you supplies as well."
Little Fatty proposed the terms of the trade, and they sounded fairly reasonable.
Aside from the fact that the pharmacy was about a thousand meters from the supermarket, and all kinds of monsters roamed through the Mist along the way. An ordinary Cowboy would be almost certain to die.
The supermarket in this small town did not actually carry a complete range of goods. Unlike Wilson's Chain supermarkets, it did not sell cars, seeds, or fertilizer, nor did it have medicine or firearms.
The moment this condition was proposed, the people in the supermarket voiced their support. No one could say whether they might fall ill or get injured, and having medicine would benefit everyone.
Even the old lady who had wanted to let the two in earlier out of pity for Illyana said nothing now.
When Magik looked at her through the glass with despairing eyes, she turned her head toward the rows of shelves in the darkness behind her, as though there were something worth seeing there.
As for the protagonist's family, the