<strong>June 1 (Day 10), 9:15 p.m. - Jackals and Shots (hunting supply store), Mall, Downtown.</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Hrm . . . "</strong>Luna thought to herself, as she listened to what everyone says.<strong>"I don't mean to sound weird or rude . . but does anyone have any serious medical conditions? Heart pills, or even asthma? If so, I think I should point out that the hospitals are probably all deathtraps by now." </strong><br/><br/>She winced, and mouth'd a 'Sorry' to the nurse's daughter, before continuing.<strong>"If we need medicine, we'd be better off looking for a Walgreens, or a mom and pop pharmacy, rather than scavenging in dangerous areas with hospitals nearby. Same with food, avoiding bigger stores would be useful. Admittedly, blocking off the upper floor of the mall and hiding up there sounded like a decent idea to me since there'd be decent nearby supplies, but a big library . . sounds good to me."</strong>So Luna had seen that one Romero movie, and liked the idea of reinforcing a mall. Sue her.<br/><br/>Luna'd been terribly tempted to grab more food . . but she decided to hold back. Just to try and not look greedy. After all, she didn't want to be kicked out of the first group of nice survivors she'd met . . ah hell, there she went. Luna found herself reaching out and opening a second granola bar from the bag, wincing. She just couldn't help how hungry she was.<br/><br/><strong>"Err . . . thanks, by the way."</strong>