Roger
The only thing that never changes is… everything always and constantly changes. The world is spinning out of control around me; the deafening shrieks of terror and desperation silence any chance of logic in my mind.
My suggestion that we collect our rations was two-fold: We’ve been without water for nearly a day, and I need to find Molly. If anyone will know what to do—or how to get through to Isaac to allow us to dispatch the Coast Guard—it will be her.
A haze of panicked murmurs and hissing whispers smothers the air like a thick blanket, making it hard to focus. Wind slashes against my skin like an icy blade. A storm is coming, and everyone can feel it.
I glance out at the tumultuous sea before resuming my search. I keep an eye out for Molly while shouting Abby’s name. The atmo
