Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty-seven-year-old Lucy Wilson-Brown pushed the stroller containing her infant daughter, Kara. While they walked, her two-year-old son, Tyler, kept one hand on the stroller as he trudged along, just like she’d taught him. Lucy was fortunate to have her children this close together in age, at eight months and two years of age. In all the shelters, it was essential to manage reproduction. It was necessary to maintain a youthful population, but it also needed to be balanced to protect the food supply.
Every day, shelter inhabitants received three pills with their breakfast. Taking them wasn’t optional. One pill was a multivitamin, the second was a supplement, which helped make up for the loss of natural benefits of being outside in the sunlight, and the third was birt
