Mariea Cobb

The Vaccinated

Merrion’s Errand Merrion woke up early this morning it was barely 2:30am, and while her girls were sleeping, she wanted to get down to the food distribution center before they ran out again. It would be another few weeks before they would be back. And in these times people were becoming increasingly violent. With rate of deaths from of COVAX increasing then declining and repeating this cycle with each new strain becoming deadlier over the past 4 years. Humanity seemed to be doomed. And between the crashed economy from people being forces to stay home, businesses closing, the rising death toll, failed government assistance, the destruction and looting it was not getting better. Just over 4 years into this nightmare finding running water and electricity was spotty and dangerous. One of the few aids still available were the infrequent food drop offs from Nozama Corp. A few days ago, she heard the announcement on the radio that they would be back in the area. Merrion’s youngest was sick last time, and she was desperate be one of the first in line. She checked her gear, put on her full-face mask and pulled her hoodie over her head. Merrion crept out of the barred, covered back door and secured it behind her. She checked her gun one more time before she placed it in her back above her waistline and headed out into the dark morning.