It began in a small farm in Iowa; a fly that had flown all the way from Nebraska carrying the Nebraskan plant virus Killus allus cornus had flown into a field of corn, and infected a cob. Now Nebraskan corn plants formed a thicker husk to prevent infection, but Iowan corn plants weren’t so lucky. One by one, the corn cobs fell victim to the virus, dying off and shriveling up before they could be harvested. The blight then spread to other states (except Nebraska), devastating entire economies. Soon, Americans were left without corn-derived food products, since the Nebraskan species of corn was neither sweet nor nutritious. And because the government refused to ask Norway for access to a healthy corn gene from their seed storage, we had to live without high…show more content… Deciding to take the scenic route, I walked past the Empire State Building, in all of its tall glory. I walked past Washington Square Park, several empty pharmacies, and government buildings. I walked carefully across the Manhattan Bridge, avoiding cement blocks and traffic cones. I walked past courthouses and stadiums and schools, stuffing a page in my mouth every time my stomach grumbled. I won’t need to live like this anymore, I reassured myself, that man said there was a warehouse full of food. Eventually, I reached the edge of an overgrown cemetery and I stopped. There it was. The building didn’t seem like much at first; it looked like a prison with a parking lot. Then I saw the sign on the front of the building. It read: COSTCO WHOLESALE. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I can’t believe I forgot about Costco. Remembering what the man said before about membership cards, I scoured the parking lot for anything rectangular. I found an old credit card, so I took that with me and hoped for the best. The walk to the front doors was a nerve-wracking one; I didn’t want my journey to be for nothing. When I got there, a lady in a red vest smiled at
