Nathan Coutu

Infection

She grasped her mothers’ locket in her hand. Heart-shaped, and made of silver, it was the last physical memory she had of her mother. It contained a photo of her and her mother at the beach when she was 8. That was 4 years ago. Before the meteor had hit. Before the hunger and the thirst. Before just surviving became her way of life. It was a better time, a happy time. There had been no happy times for a while now.