I hurried through the crowd, my scarf wrapped tightly around my neck. I tightened my grip on my little sister Aria’s hand and continued hurrying towards the train. The crowd pressed around us, and I cringed. We weren’t supposed to have any large gatherings, but here we were, packed tighter than sardines.
“Where are we going?” Aria asked.
“Shush!” I scolded her. “Don’t talk and keep your scarf around your neck.”
I patted my coat reassuringly to check that our tickets were still there. When news broke out that the town was going to be quarantined, everyone rushed to get out, and our parents were no exception. Unfortunately, they’d only gotten two tickets and gave them to us.
“Where are mother and father?” Aria asked, and my heart clenched. I didn’t want to leave without them, but we needed to get out of the town. Now we could only hope that somehow they’d make it through.
“Last call for train number 37!” Someone announced.
“Let’s go!” I sped up, until we were almost running.
“You girls got tickets?” A man said, grabbing my arm. I didn’t reply. “I’ll give you money,” he added desperately. “So much money!” I shook him off and we kept moving. All the money in the world couldn’t help you if you got the Red plague.
We reached the train and I pushed Aria on ahead of me, showing the ticket man our passes as I climbed in after her, clutching my bag in hand. And then the doors were closing behind us, and the train started moving, leaving the desperate people in its wake. We were off, an eleven year old girl and a six year old, all alone in the world.