C47 A Small Matter

Meteorite Era, Year 58, July 25

10 AM

Cloudy skies.

Shelter No. 104

...

Moorer was sprawled out on the bed in the employee dormitory, deep in a coma with a relentless fever. Things were looking grim.

"Ashes! We brought the serum back, didn't we? Why haven't you used it on him?" Josie demanded, her eyes red from crying all night without a wink of sleep