The pharmacy doors were locked. Elias had them open in six seconds with a tool he didn't explain, but Sera only shook her head.
It wasn't like they were going for stealth or anything along those lines. Breaking a window or a door instead of a lock wasn't that big of a deal.
Going inside, Sera went straight for the aisles, not wanting to waste any time.
She took what made sense: batteries, lighters, hand warmers, any shelf-stable protein bars left behind by less imaginative looters. While she was going through things on her end, Elias was making a neat stack of water filters and electrolyte packets, then an even neater stack of painkillers and antibiotics that weren't locked behind plexiglass.
He didn't ask her opinion. He didn't need it. They both knew the drill.
