Aron Evans

The Vulture

Maria stands in line next to her mother. Both are as disheveled looking as the rest within the small refuge. Countless days of filth coat their skin and tattered clothes. Hunger fills the being of every person standing in the food line. She is one of the unlucky children who are unfortunate enough to remember the old world. Now in her seventeenth year, not a day has passed that has not been filled with its memory.