Allistor asked. “What about poison cures?  Do they have that kind of thing in here?”

She thought about it, searching the shelf in front of her.  “Not exactly.  There are emetics, charcoal treatments, that kind of thing.  But I’ll grab whatever’s here.”

“Anybody have any chronic problems that you know of?  Diabetes, arthritis?” he asked.

“No.  But it wouldn’t hurt to grab some of those drugs as well.  Straight insulin would have to be refrigerated, but we have electricity now.  And it has a short shelf life.  Still, we’ll throw some in.  There should be a few small coolers in here somewhere.”

Allistor left the hamper with her and went in search of coolers.  Naturally, he found them right next to the wall cooler that held the insulin.  He took a cooler, removed some slightly cool gel packs from the bottom of the wall cooler, and then put them and a double handful of insulin vials into the little cooler.  Closing it up, he returned to Amanda.   The hamper was about half full when he set the insulin inside.  “I grabbed a bunch of insulin.  Anything else you want from the refrigerated section, dear?” he winked at her.

Snorting, she said, “Let me go look.”

Allistor stood there, reading labels on the boxes in front of him, not understanding what they meant at all.  Two minutes later she returned with another cooler.  “They had some common antivenoms in there.  Rattlesnakes and such.  Can’t hurt to have them.  I’m guessing all the normal Earth beasties are still out there in the woods, too.”

When she’d taken what looked like enough drugs to serve an army, they left the pharmacy.  Amanda led him to a huge linen closet where they grabbed more scrubs, a couple of white doctor’s coats, and filled the rest of the hamper with clean sheets and towels.    There were two more hampers sitting in there, so they grabbed those as well.  Allistor pushed one and pulled another as Amanda pushed the third.  They cleaned out the linens, then moved to the surgical supplies.  Amanda loaded armfuls of prepacked surgical kits, suture kits, and boxes of gloves and masks.   She grabbed a couple one-gallon bottles of liquid soap as well.   And a case of the sanitary paper sheets they put over patients during surgery.

Leaving that wing, Allistor continued to close each door as they passed.  He wanted to preserve as much as possible, in case they ever needed to come back for more.  Or expanded enough to claim this place as a stronghold.  It would be nearly perfect with some walls around it.   But they were far from that point right now.

They found a custodian’s closet with tons of cleaning supplies, so they loaded half a hamper with cleaning fluids, sponges, brushes, etc.

On the way out, Amanda stopped.  “The cafeteria.  They probably have a ton of food.  They have these great Salisbury steaks…”