Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Nov 21, 2015 12:22:05 GMT -5
“Help, Marcus! Help!” Those were the last words Marcus heard of his sister the day she was taken, ever since then had he tried to look for her, but all he found was dead ends. It was horrible, she was gone and his kids didn`t even know. He had lied to them, saying she was out there looking for a way to get off the island. If only that were the case, her absence had started to affect everything, his children kept asking questions about her whereabouts and it was only getting worse, soon he would need to tell them the truth or they would figure it out themselves. Sitting on the edge of bed deep in thought, having just woken up, Marcus relieved a sigh before he stood up.
Luke and Samantha were still in bed sleeping, and he tried his best not to wake them up as he went to the kitchen in hope of getting some coffee. The day was going to get busy, he had to see again if he could find his sister, or at least get some more supplies. For almost over two years now they had been trapped in Manhattan New York, and in his apartment far above ground had they found shelter from the danger below. The stairs up was blocked by furniture’s, the other apartments on the same floor and higher were all safe and looted.
Filling the can with coffee powder and water, he turned on the gas burner and placed it on top for it to heat up. With that done, he moved to the kitchen table and sat down on a stool, preparing to work some more on a broken police radio he had found. It had taken him a long time to fix it, but only a few adjustments remained. Just as he was replacing the screws, his daughter Samantha, who was eleven years old, stood in the doorway watching him with folded arms. “You able to fix it?” She asked, looking tired as if she had just awoken herself.
“Hey, you`re awake, good morning.” Marcus answered with a smile on his face, glad to see her there. “I believe so, should work any moment now.” He said, concentrating on the matter at hand as he made the last fixes. The can began to boil and the coffee was ready, quickly he went over to turn of the burner and fill a cup. As he did, Samantha moved over to the table, taking a seat next to him. “Nothing is like a good coffee in the morning.” He said taking a sip, feeling refreshed. “You`re brother still asleep?”
“Yeah, he is.” She replied and paused. Nodding he understood, the boy loved to sleep and there was no need to wake him up. Mostly the two would be staying at home anyway when he was out, believing they would be safer there than with him. Finally the radio was complete and Marcus could begin to adjust the signals in hope of getting in touch with someone out there, if they were real lucky, perhaps the military would answer.