"That's the **censor** point I don't like help, I'm a alone, always. Help is for the weak and I want to be alone..." she spat, before turning. Her way to the pharmacy. She was positive there wasn't many items since during the outbreak many did crash stores to get what they needed, but was at least a try to spit something out, she had a wound and it needed to be stitched or she would face an infection soon.