Synopsis:
Still laden with grief, and worried about what the future held, Phillip walked for 3 more hours until he reached a dirt road. At this point it was day break but the sky was filled with ash and debris. It still looked as if it was evening. The rain was still falling in the city, thicker and worse than ever before. It looked like stars were falling from the sky. And Phillip could see it all from this road. He began to walk on the road, when he came upon a tree. He thought to himself it looked like a good place to rest. And so he sat down at the base of the tree facing the spectacle that was the end of the world in his opinion. Tears streaming down his face, he came to the conclusion that he must be strong, if not for himself, then for Rose. He looked at her, and starts to softly rock her. Phillip had been so taken by this whole ordeal his natural sense of danger had been lessened. He didn't notice the sound coming from the bush next to the tree. He also didn't notice that the footprints in the dirt road, were still whole., in other words, recent. There was someone nearby. A frightened individual that was willing to do anything to survive this Hell on Earth, and had the means of doing it. A gun. The man was hiding in the bush in wait for someone to come, so he could take their food without having to go into the city where everything was burning. He was already damaged physically and mentally by the rain of fire to the point of pure apathy. He just needed someone or something to give him what he needed, an opportunity to take what he wanted. This individual, heard the rustling of a bag, and the sound of a voice, and the sound of what seems to be a baby, nearby on the same dirt road he had recently fled on. The man thought to himself, if the person he hears has a bag and a baby...he must have food. Slowly the deranged man crept up to the voices and sounds he heard. He quietly pulled his body up to the opposite side of the tree in which the voice of the person and the baby came from. He took out his gun and got ready for what he had to do. Phillip looked at Rose and smiled. He made funny faces to lighten the mood and show Rose that nothing was wrong completely unaware what sat right behind him. In a way, he was trying to convince himself that nothing was wrong as well. Phillip looked at Rose, and said " Everything will be OK, don't worry. It's just you and me now" At that very moment, a loud bang, like a gunshot rang through the air that cause Rose to cry loudly. Phillip felt a very sharp pain, in the left side of his chest as he gasped for air. In much pain, he saw a figure come up from behind the tree in which he was sitting by and take the backpack in which Jocelyn packed earlier. Phillip was scared, more scared than he ever was in his life. he grasped Rose tightly.....he was scared of what would happen to her. But the man only ran off with the backpack. Because Phillip had come from work, when this whole ordeal began, he had his address book and a pen in his pants pocket. With blood leaking from his chest, he took out the address book, now stained from the blood on his hands, and began to write.....a final note to his daughter...for whoever may find her....

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