Alexander nodded at Moses before going off on his own. It was quite easy to get into the street where the pharmacy was located. He rested for a while by observing the current state of the place itself. He expected more undead to be there but there seems to only be a few here and there. It would be easy to avoid them and make little to no sound at all. He didn't want to waste his energy with smacking zombies.

With his mind made up, he began to weave through the zombies, careful not to touch or aggravate them in any way that would make them attack him and crowd all over him. It would be hard to get out of there without getting bit. He managed to get into the pharmacy safe and sound. Only two zombies were inside the pharmacy itself and he smashed their skulls so that he could freely navigate through the pharmacy without the fear of running into them. 

The whole pharmacy wasn't in good condition. It was already ransacked by another group but they did leave some things in there. He took whatever medicine he thought that they needed. He even took those face masks Nick told him to get. His backpack was nowhere near full so maybe he should make a stop by the shop at the gasoline station to get some extra food. Hopefully there were still something in there. He then exited the pharmacy and then immediately went to the gasoline station.

He filled the gas cans and while it was being filled up, he was keeping guard for any zombies that would get near. When it was filled up, he placed it near the entrance of the store before entering it. Dang, this place seemed like a hurricane went through it and then a tornado took everything within it, even the shelves were thrown out of their places. Feels weird to see that. He looked all over the place but the only thing he found was a bar of chocolate. He smiled, good enough for him.

He placed his bat inside his backpack and the head would be seen peeking through. He then carried both gas cans. He chuckled to himself. [color=0072bc]"Gods, it's actually heavier than I thought."[/color] He muttered before hurrying back to the school with gas cans in hand. He constantly had to smack zombies in the head using the gas cans themselves and it was very taxing to his muscles. If it wasn't for his constant training, he probably would collapse on the street. But that wasn't the case yet.

He practically threw the gas cans on the ground, but he really didn't as he just haphazardly dropped it beside him once he got into the garage. He took a breath before lying on the ground. Wait, something was wrong... where was Jess and Kyre? I mean Jess did want the gas cans right? Ah, he couldn't care anymore. He left a note about the gas cans before heading back to his room to rest.