That night, Lucy's cries signified that she was getting strep throat.
Her medication wasn't working and we had left her in the hummer while we hunted.
The ground was damp. Our shoes squished in the dirt.
"I don't know if Lucy will get better." I remarked as Troy set a trap for an animal.
"The medication isn't working and we shouldn't be around her, she could get us sick." He said as he looked up at me.
I kicked a lone rock and replied, "it's strange not having the Luxury's that we had before the apocalypse."
"I wish we could take her to a doctor, even if we found one, we don't have anything to trade for treatment." He said once we started walking again.
"She's only six, her immune system won't be able to kill the disease." The birds chirped as I spoke.
"She will turn into one of those beasts if she dies." He said as a high pitched scream erupted through the air.
"Lucy." I gasped.
We sprinted back to the hummer, no one in sight.
Lucy sat crying and screaming.
I held her little frame in my arms.
"Shhh... Shhh... Lucy, its okay." I spoke softly as I rocked her.
"I-tt h-uu-rr-tt-ss." She croaked.
"What does?" I asked.
She pointed towards her throat.
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Sorry for the short entry
-$tellar
