I sat down on my bed, feeling my knees buckle underneath me. “That, I don’t have an answer for.”
Cheryl added, “Not yet. But let’s not cry defeat. It’s just another obstacle.”
Tammy threw herself on her bed, luxuriously stretching her legs. “You two seem smart enough. Since I’m in charge of the guards, I’ll leave you to figure out the medication situation.”
Cheryl’s optimism encouraged me to brainstorm. I said, thinking out loud, “We take our meds once a day. Depending on how long we plan on being away, we’d have to stock up.”
Cheryl smiled, “See? We’re already getting somewhere.” She added, “Maybe the same dosage doesn’t work for all of us. Look what happened to Carrie. What if we could figure out a way to squirrel away some of the pills they’re giving us?”
I thought back to seeing Carrie change back into a Zombie, her eyes devoid of life as she mindlessly attempted to gnaw her way through the two-way glass. On the outside, she appeared to be a monster. On the inside, I still had a memory of the searing pain she was likely experiencing because it was the same pain I experienced myself before beginning my daily regime of medication.
I answered, “That is possible. But it means we’d have to risk one of us changing back into a Zombie. I’m not sure I’m up for that.” Cheryl nodded in understanding.
The two of us fell silent. Tammy, on the other hand, seemed to be completely relaxed, her arms folded under her head with her legs stretched out in front of her. I couldn’t tell if she were indifferent or utterly confident in Cheryl’s and my ability to think ourselves out of this quandary.
I spoke again to Cheryl, “There are 216 of us living here. That’s 216 potential Zombies receiving a daily dose of whatever it is they’re giving us. That’s a lot of pills. Either they’re producing the drugs here in some kind of in-house factory, or getting a regular shipment from the outside. Either way, that means that on any given day, there are at least 216 pills in the facility.”
Cheryl’s eyes widened and she began to speak, “That’s 216 days’ worth of pills. That would last a single Zombie over seven months. But how are we going to find out where they’re keeping the medication?”
Both of us looked at Tammy and I said, “Hey Tammy.”
Tammy blinked and answered me by saying, “What?”
I continued, “Cheryl and I just thought about something else you and Jake can talk about.”