First there was a run on face masks. Then canned food. Her father bought the last four filters from McClellan’s hardware two towns over. There were rumblings that the military would be called in, mandatory curfews. She hated to admit it, but it might be a good idea.
When did this go from a news report you could ignore to everyday panic? Annie looked over at the calendar to count the months: it was February in the year of our Lord, 1918.