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learned about MAC. Dom would never forget the look on Chelsea's face when she said, "Everything's going to be okay." The vaccination had a 100% success rate when administered within the proper timeframe. Shortly after that, local news stations popped back up and cities were safe to return to.
    Their apartment was burned down in a series of fires in that area. Neither of them wanted to return after what happened, making the loss less catastrophic. The government was providing housing while society rebuilt, and Dom and Chelsea shared a one bedroom apartment with three others just outside of Renton. It wasn't bad.
    The only thing Dom worried about was what life would be like once things really resumed. When people had to start working at normal jobs again, like Starbucks and retail. Would he be able to go to school? Assuming they resumed business, would he start working at Starbucks again? What would reality be like? He wasn't sure how they could live in the world after this.
    The apocalypse meant 'end of the world'. End. There was a finality to it that didn't leave room for returning to work and going back to humdrum life.
    Most of the time he kept his mind clear and lived day to day. It was all anyone did.
    And after all of it, God did he love Chelsea more than ever. He took in the site of her brown hair, recently cut to just below the ear. She kept it back with a red bandana. They spent hours walking around outside in the sun and it had brought out a thick brush of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She was a reminder of how precious life was.
    "Anyway, I would love something fresh. I can only eat this stuff for so long," she said. "Wonder when they'll get farming going again?"
    “Soon, I hope. I wouldn’t mind skipping all the waiting, too.” Dom took in the scent of the warehouse. It smelled sweaty, dusty, and metallic from the shelves of cans taking up most of the space. The food was edible, but left something to be desired. When he thought about fresh corn, grilled steak, and maybe a nice cold peach, he swooned.
    “Maybe if we get some freeze dried stuff, we can make something good and have a picnic?” Chelsea was an expert at turning a few ingredients from food distribution into something tasty. Last week she bartered a candy bar for a jar of mayo, then used rehydrated chicken, celery, and carrots to make chicken salad.
    The line moved and they stepped forward. Dom was about to share his agreement on the picnic when a shrill beep sounded over the intercom. Conversations came to an abrupt stop, only a few agitated whispers continuing. Nervous energy built up, growing worse by the second as people listened.
    " This is not a test. There have been multiple terrorist attacks on hospitals across King County. "
    When Dom heard the announcement overhead, his body became paralyzed with fear. All the air wooshed out of his lungs and he felt heavy. Even if he wanted to, he didn't think he could move. His rations ticket slipped from his hand. Chelsea inhaled sharply. Her body swayed against his for support.
    He wasn't the only one astonished. Not a soul spoke now, everyone holding their breath, waiting for the last words to be spoken.
    " Thousands are estimated to be infected with Anisakis Nova. MAC distribution centers are on high alert. Curfew has been reinstated. Do not leave your homes or living quarters unless directed to do so. Please remain calm. "
    Asking people to remain calm made them panic. It was natural human reaction, Dom was sure of it. If someone asked you to be calm, it was because the shit hit the fan. As the list of hospitals attacked was announced, people became more distressed. When one nearby was added, the world moved in slow motion as everyone tried to run for the exits.
    Dom finally got himself together. He took Chelsea's hand, his instincts taking over. He led her away from the exit, avoiding the stampede, and took cover under tables bolted to the ground. They could be trampled if they tried to