"You can say it hurts, and you can rest."
Evelyn Fordâs heart ached with a bittersweet feeling. She squeezed Ronan Kendrickâs hand and nodded gently. "I know. Next time, Iâll say when it hurts."
Ronan Kendrick was exasperated. He couldnât get angry at her, so he could only fume in silence.
Everyone divided the supplies they had brought back and organized a schedule for scavenging parties. The teams were set: Quincy, Wyatt Vaughn, and Miles Vaughn; Officer Graham, Roy Henderson, and Owen Chapman; Serena Lynch and Charles York; Zion Lowell, Taylor Vance, and Secretary Hawthorne; and finally, Evelyn Ford and Ronan Kendrick.
The groups would take turns going out to find supplies, with each group gone for two to three hours.
"We need to find a new place. There are a lot of buildings in the South District that werenât destroyed in the fire. The first thing we need to do is find a temporary shelter. The soot here is too thick. If we stay too long, we could end up with sinus problems or respiratory infections."
Officer Graham and his team were already geared up. Evelyn Ford handed him a compass, and the three of them left the hotel with their burlap sacks.
The rest of the group continued to rest and recover their strength, waiting for the first team to return before the next went out.
Just then, someone started pounding on the door. Taylor Vance got up and walked over.
"Who is it?"
"Is Dr. Ford there? Someone here got bitten by one of the insects. How do we treat it?"
Evelyn Ford walked to the door but didnât open it. "Where were they bitten?"
"On the arm. Itâs already swollen."
"These insects are like beesâthey have venomous stingers. You have to pull the stinger out, make a cross-shaped incision over the wound with a knife, and squeeze out the poisoned blood. Then, clean the wound with water and bandage it."
âIf itâs treated quickly enough, before the pathogens from the insect enter the bloodstream, the person wonât be infected. The most important thing is to counteract the opiate-like substance inside the insect that causes addiction.â
âIn her past life, people bitten by these insects would go into withdrawal, as if from a drug. The only way they could find relief was through self-harm or by letting the insects bite them again.â
âIt was as if humanity had become nothing more than blood bags and a reserve food supply for the insects.â
"Dr. Ford, we donât know how to do that! Can you come over and help?"
"My foot is injured. Youâll have to handle it yourselves."
âThe wound on the sole of her foot no longer hurt, but she didnât want to go outside.â
"But Iâm not a doctor!"
Evelyn Fordâs patience had run out. "Then just wait to die."
With that, she walked to the wall and sat down, leaning gently against Ronan Kendrickâs arm. He had still been angry with her, but seeing her like this, his anger vanished into thin air.
"What kind of person are you? Unwilling to even help. And you call yourself a doctor." The person outside muttered and cursed as they walked away.
Serena Lynch was so angry she started cursing loudly in the room. "Whatâs wrong with these people? Look at the state of the world, and theyâre still trying to guilt-trip us! They deserve to get bitten. Let the bugs bite them to death!"
"Evelyn, is your foot any better?"
"Much better. Itâs nothing serious."
The firelight illuminated everyoneâs weary faces. No one knew what would happen next. A mournful wail came from the next room, followed a moment later by the sound of curses.
Evelyn Ford leaned against Ronan Kendrick and closed her eyes to rest. She must have been exhausted, because she quickly fell asleep. When she woke up, Officer Graham and his team had returned.
"We found a place we can stay for now. Everyone, pack your things. Weâre leaving right now. A lot of people outside are heading toward the South District."
Evelyn Ford quickly got up and packed her things. She secured Mina and Lola back in the pushcart, and Ronan Kendrick tied the bamboo basket to it.
"Can you walk?"
"I can. No problem. Letâs go." Evelyn Ford took the lead, holding a can of insecticide and a torch to clear the way. The others followed behind her, carrying bags of all sizes.
"Watch your step. There are nails and broken glass all over the ground."
When the other people in the building saw them leaving, they all grabbed their things and followed. Evelyn Ford glanced back and saw that, except for her and Ronan Kendrick, everyone else had pantyhose pulled over their heads and hands. It looked like they were about to go on a robbery spree.
The swarms of insects blotted out the sun, but the temperature didnât drop. The ground was still scorching hot. As they stepped on the sandy soil, a wave of heat surged up through the soles of their shoes.
Before, the disasters were merely natural catastrophes, but now it was turning into a biological crisis. Evelyn Ford wished she could cover her ears; the endless BUZZING of the insects was making them ring.
"Where is it?"
"Take this road to the right. Thereâs a complex of self-built houses back there. The buildings arenât tall, they didnât collapse in the earthquake, and the fire didnât reach that area."
Evelyn Ford hadnât expected Officer Grahamâs team to have gone so far just to find a temporary shelter. By now, quite a few people were trailing them, but her group paid them no mind and kept moving forward.
Serena Lynch, carrying Annie on her back, stepped on a rock and fell hard. The others helped her up; her face was scraped and bleeding.
"Donât worry about me, just keep moving." Serena Lynch covered her face, and after making sure Annie hadnât been hurt, she limped along behind them.
Chase Underwood was carrying supplies and couldnât help her. Evelyn Ford walked back, unstrapped Annie from Serena Lynchâs back, and settled the child onto her own.
"Evelyn, I can manage."
"Just take care of yourself first."
Annie was very well-behaved. Though scared, she didnât cry. She clung tightly to Evelyn Fordâs back, her eyes fixed on Serena Lynch.
They finally reached the place Officer Grahamâs team had found, but upon entering the building, they discovered it was filled with human skeletons. They had no choice but to move all the skeletons into one room and then clear out the insects. Evelyn went in and began to fumigate. The thick, acrid smell of the pesticide killed the insects, but it was unbearable for people too, making them dizzy.
Evelyn Ford cleared out three rooms. Everyone quickly shut the windows and then cleaned up the dead insects on the floor.
The other people who had been following arrived one after another, but the building was too infested for them to move in. Some rooms still had skeletons in them.
"Dr. Ford, can we borrow your insecticide?"
The can of insecticide in Evelyn Fordâs hands was empty. She gave it a couple of shakes. "Itâs all gone. You can light torches to drive the insects away."
"My lighterâs out of fuel. Does anyone have a lighter I can borrow?"
"I have a lighter, but no kindling."
"Just burn some clothes. Theyâll catch fire quickly."
More people flooded into the building. Evelyn Ford told her group to go back to their rooms, close the doors, and stay inside for now, lest the outsiders try to break in and fight over the space.
They divided into the three rooms. Evelyn Ford, Ronan Kendrick, and Serena Lynchâs family of three took one. Quincy, Wyatt Vaughn, Miles Vaughn, and Officer Graham with his daughter took another. Taylor Vanceâs group shared the last one with Roy Henderson and Owen Chapman.
Evelyn Ford first set Annie down, then gave Mina and Lola a little water and some crushed grain. The two little ones seemed to be in decent spirits, which was a relief to Evelyn.
After more than ten hours of chaos, they were finally settled. Evelyn Ford spread a grass mat on the floor, too exhausted to move a muscle.
Ronan Kendrick got the fire going, then came to her side and helped her take off the hood of her protective suit.
"Get some sleep."
Evelyn Ford took some Dried Meat and hardtack from her bag. "Boil some water. Weâll soak the hardtack before we eat."
âThings were different now. With everyone living together, she couldnât take food out of her storage space anymore.â