Quietly Now || Paul & -- || Cheyenne
Even without words, it was clear that Gina Ann knew what was up. Paul knew he needed to leave the house, but he couldn't figure out how. There was no way he was leaving her alone in his house, but there was no way he could bring her. This impasse had stumped him for days, during which time Gina seemed to be getting ill. He knew kids got ill all the time, but he wanted to give her some baby medicine. People who had ransacked the stores in town surely would have left baby medicine, right?
He would't know until he got there and he still didn't know how to get there. He wished his wife, Virginia, was here with him. She could help him. Any other person, actually, would be rather useful.
Paul walked through the house again. Pacing was natural to him, a way of thinking, from many years in the courtroom. He always thought he was good at thinking on his feet (no pun intended) and had a list of clients a mile long who would agree. But this, this was not thinking well on his feet. Gina Ann needed medicine. He needed to go to the store.
He looked back over at his granddaughter. She was happily in a little bouncy chair, but looked a few minutes away from sleep. It was getting late, he knew, but if she was sleeping, that would be his best chance. He waited until she was sleeping before scoping her up into a carrier. How many times had he made fun of his son-in-law for carrying her around in it? Perhaps it would be life saving. He grabbed his wife's handgun and an old baseball bat, before leaving the house and locking the door. For a moment, he wondered if he should leave it unlocked, should he be running away from zombies, but he decided against it. No one could it without obvious damage this way.
Thankfully, there was a pharmacy six or seven blocks away from his house. The door was long gone, but it appeared to not have been fully pick through. Quietly, he walked towards the spot with the baby medicine and began to put all of the types into his pockets. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and Paul turned towards the noise. The footsteps seemed to be heading away from him, praise the Lord. That was, at least, until Gina Ann woke up and started crying.
Shit, Paul thought, switching the bat to his left hand and grabbed the gun.
