Flagrant Fragrant by Heron Djenne Canvasback

Walking in a Warzone (dystopian-drama)

The closest antidote to Type 3 smallpox (the laboratory created disease the Russians had made and used as biological warfare) was a hundred thousand miles away, and each day the death count grew by the thousands in a Belarusian village. The village population was 56, 292, and had declined from 174, 290. Forty brave women faced the wrathful winter on the journey. Usually the medicine was delivered by a train in a town twenty miles away, and carried to the village by tracker trailers. This winter was merciless and had frozen over all the roads and train tracks by seventy kilometers. The village the women represented had only one means of transportation of the antidote, and that was motor vehicles similar to four-wheelers, except they had big baskets in the front. 

The problem with this mission was that they had to go through the part of their country that Russia was at a brutal war with, and the hospital that had the medicine might have been bombed before they reached it. They had set up secret temporary campsites, and were well on their way there. Only two more weeks they told themselves. One woman had gone to a nearby town and found out that the Russians had conquered Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania, and were in battle with Ukraine.  The United Nations would soon intervene, they hoped.

One night as they slept, they heard marching. The marchers' boots were like an earthquake to the women. One woman came out of her tent, and went to see what was going on. She saw an army fields away through the thick trees. The moonlight shone on the green, red, and white flags. She was relieved, it was her countries army. She was very concern setting up camp four miles away from a fort during a time of war, in a warzone. This relief was short lived as charging white, blue, and red flags came: the Russians. She panicked about warning the others, and getting away from the battlefield as soon as possible. She tapped on the individual tens as the Russian war cry filled the air and heavy artillery followed it. The women arose confused and frightened. They had packed up their campsite by the time the planes came. The forest caught on fire, and they hurried on their vehicles and left, avoiding the battle. After that they posted a look out each night.

When they reached the city with the antidote, the Russian captured them, and had seized the city. They wept as they knew they had failed their village, and their tears were still falling when an atomic bomb hit the city, and ended their hopeless journey.