Zion Drug & Medical Supplies

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet, Zion Drug’s door creaked open. A delivery driver adjusted his glasses and peered inside, only to freeze in place—an old man wearing a surgical mask and reading an ancient book was slowly mixing powders behind the counter. The old man glanced up, nodded curtly, then went back to muttering incantations over his potions. The delivery driver cleared his throat nervously and said, ‘Excuse me, sir, but I’ve got your usual order.’ With a startled expression, the old man dropped his book, exclaiming, ‘My usual?!’ and burst out laughing. The day at Zion Drug began with a smile—and perhaps a new batch of mysterious elixirs.

2. In the early morning, when the streets of Zion were still sleeping, a little girl ran into her mother and whispered, ‘Mom, why is that old drugstore talking to itself?’ ‘Hush, honey,’ replied her mom with a smile. ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins from across the street. He owns the place. He talks to himself sometimes when he’s mixing special remedies.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as she skipped away, already planning her next adventure in the quiet neighborhood.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Zion Drug’s dimly lit parking lot. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘the place that never closes.’ As he approached the door, his headlights caught an old man waving frantically from inside. 'Hey!' called the driver. 'You must be that a regular.' The man smiled weakly and replied, 'Just another late-night shopper.'

4. At closing time, an old sign flipped over on its own above Zion Drug's entrance, causing a regular to pause and read aloud: ‘Last Call for Miracles.’ A delivery driver, fumbling with his package, asked curiously, 'Does that sign mean you’re out of miracles?' A neighbor passing by chuckled and replied, 'No, it just means they raised their prices.'