That was how it worked twenty years ago. The adults started getting sick. One in a small town, fifteen in a nearby city, until finally they were dying everywhere. Started simple, cold but with very achy joints. The joints started to swell, turn red. Then as it infected other areas the victim became disoriented, lost vision and in some case became violent. For some the pain was excruciating, nothing took it away or lessened it. Doctor?s in an effort to stave it off until they could find a vaccine, were dosing patients with everything they had. Nothing helped.
The adults started dying. Adults. Not the kids. Everyone was puzzled. Sure some kids died of it but it seemed to be quiet and painless for them. Others never showed any symptoms. Wasn?t long before areas were left devoid of people over 20.
It was happening again. Pockets of the sickness were popping up and people were getting anxious. The older population knew what was coming, they were the first generation to grow up after....they remembered. They were kids who fought to stay alive and now they were facing the same potential fate their parents had.
Four days ago though they had come through. Six people traveling together who said they had found a vaccine. The only problem, they were just doing tests. Only one dose per area with sick people. They came in to Valour Spring and were looking for one person showing symptoms that they could give the vaccine to. They would come back and see if it worked and maybe after that they?d come with more. Maybe.
Lilly wasn?t willing to take the chance on maybe. Two days before they showed up her right knee was swollen. She knew. She had watched her mother and aunt suffer with it when she was only thirteen. She didn?t need to be told what was wrong with her.
Standing there she debated offering to be the guinea pig. It was one thing if you were chosen but another all together if people found out you had it and you had no chance of being fixed. A vaccine offered hope to everyone else. Five people with symptoms stepped forward. One got the shot. Two of the others were run out of Valour Spring within the hour, one was found dead the next day, not of natural causes and the last vanished.
Her lips were dry as she watched the dose being given. ?Has to be a way....not fair...? It was all Lilly could do to stop herself from pushing the person out of the way and taking the shot for herself. The fear of the pain and suffering was almost too much to handle. She?d managed to take one of the workers aside and happened to get out of them that they were from Bright Bay, about a weeks trip from here. That there was a lab set up there and they had way more vaccine ready, they just needed to know it worked. She also found out that small areas were the last places they were going to send it. Took too long to get it there and no one really cared if these smaller communities died out. The goal was to get people to come to them, needing the vaccine and in return they?d all help rebuild. Her stomach was sick at the thought of so many small areas going without while they sat there hoarding what they made. It was worse when she thought about the pain she?d have to go through before she died and all because she couldn?t get to Bright Bay.
No vehicle, no gas, no way to get there in a week. The group had managed to get a cart and horse. She had no hope of getting either, let alone both.
Four days were already wasted as she fumed about the problem. It wasn?t till he walked by that it struck her that help might be possible. Lilly fiddled with her necklace as she watched him. She heard rumours that he built things and one of those things was a vehicle. Lilly just needed a way to convince him to help, a reason that he should help her.
She followed him when he headed back to where he lived, eager to see if the rumours were true and maybe talk to him.
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