The hunt for her arrows took Gracie through a few aisles, giving her a good idea of how chaotic the initial wave of looting must have been. The amount of rotting food and long-dried blood on the floor was almost enough to give her a new appreciation for the smell of a freshly risen corpse. Toffee always had to stop and growl softly at the bodies they stepped over with smashed or punctured skulls, including one with an obvious gunshot wound to the knee that crawled so slowly after them as to be unworthy of attention. After a few minutes of searching and picking things up, Gracie still found herself short one arrow. She probably could have spent more time looking for the last one, but then she would have to explain to her fellow survivors why it took so long to search the pharmacy.<br/><br/>When run by the living, pharmacies prize organization above all else. Everything in its place, careful measurements, and secure transactions. No living person had seen this one in a couple of weeks, at least, and those who had were more interested in filling bags than meeting individual need. Bottles and loose pills were scattered across the floor, as were various medical liquids and the shards of glass that once housed them. Fortunately for her, though, Gracie had a sharp eye and most of a doctor's education. She was able to pick through the mess and find some good stuff that wouldn't expire for quite a while. On the other side of the pharmacy counter, the observant ex-student was able to find some untarnished first-aid supplies as well.<br/><br/>(Found: 1 large bottle of rubbing alcohol, 1 bottle of medical lubricant, 30 anti-anxiety pills, 30' of clean bandages, 30 sleeping pills, 5 clean syringes, 30 estrogen pills.)