A woman sat on a large boulder near the edge of the trees, fumbling with the pouch of her bag. She pulled out a small orange bottle, shook one pill into her palm, and quickly swallowed it dry.
Across from her, sitting on another rock, Cherie watched while holding a cigarette between her fingers. She frowned slightly.
"How much left?" she asked.
Hailey hesitated before answering. Her eyes drifted to the bottle in her hand.
URGE SUPPRESSION 0 was printed across the label in thick black letters.
She remembered grabbing the last batch from the infirmary just before everything fell apart. Just before the compound burned and people started running in every direction.
Somewhere in the chaos, the two of them had managed to find each other and escape.
"Around five months' worth," Hailey said quietly.
Cherie exhaled a long plume of smoke and waved it aside before looking at the bottle again.
It looked like less than that.
