Four Painful Years

>Take meds.

It wouldn't hurt to salvage some pills from the chaos. The place looks like a war zone. No one's going to notice if a bottle of obscure experimental medicine goes walkabout, much less experimental medicine that has to be flown in from another state. You happen to find a bottle on the ground near the shelves. That'll save you a hundred bucks or so.

No harm done. It's not like anyone else was buying these things. These pills were ordered specifically for you.

>Do not take the meds, the medic was apparently trying to kill you.

...These pills were ordered specifically for you.

A wave of unease comes over you. A little nausea, too. You put the bottle down and take a few nearby Tylenol 3 capsules instead. Better than nothing, if only slightly. Who knows what kind of weird crap that guy was putting in your prescription. For all you know, it could've been making your situation worse. If your crazy neighbor was telling the truth about him, anyway.

Speaking of whom...

>Find a hiding place.

Before you make tracks, you scan the room for that bastard's pipe. Nowhere to be found. You see the machete hanging there, but for one, you're too short to reach it, for two, it's probably really heavy, and for three... do you really want to be seen running around town with a huge, bloody machete? Especially with the police on their way?

You don't see much point in taking the gun. You have no idea where you'd find more ammo, and even if there's some lying around, you don't exactly have time to look for it. As if bullets worked the first time. Whatever. You stick the gun in your back pocket and climb over the counter. You can hear your monstrous neighbor groaning as you rush out the door of the pharmacy. Home is too far, and if he tries to find you that's exactly where he'll look. Your best bet is the warehouse.

This is hands down the worst day of your life. Teetering on an impending migraine, covered in the blood of someone you spoke to only a few days ago, no longer sure of who to trust or what's even real anymore, you step out into the familiar light of the sun...

JULIE: "I guess that wasn't Tylenol..."