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Thank you LoveforPenandDerek and angel for some cool ideas. It helped my writers block for this story.
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Morgan stared at the lone sign for a few minutes. His hometown was now a pile of rubble and smoke. They decided to camp there for the night and try to find anything they could use or eat.
They spent hours searching under the debris but they didn't find much. They did, however, fine a good amount a food in a bomb shelter that was partly buried under the rubble. They managed to find some more medicine in the shelter as well. Spencer's health was slowly improving but he still had times when a fever would flare up, so they needed to always have some medicine on hand.
Morgan went on his own to find his old house. Eventually he did find it but part of it was in ruins, it looked like it would collapse at any moment. Still Morgan went inside. Inside he saw his mother's kitchen. On was left on the counter was a small envelope. It was addressed to Morgan. He quickly opened it to find a letter written by his mom and sister.
My dear son Derek,
I know you found come looking for us so we left you this letter. When you get this we will be miles from here. The town is a mess right now, I have never seen this much chaos in my life. We heard that there is a temporary settlement in the west, California I believe. We decided to leave and get out while we still can. I wish we could tell you over the phone or something but as I'm sure you know, all the cell phones don't work and the internet is gone as well.
Good Luck Derek and I miss you dearly.
Morgan saw that his mom wrote the date of when the letter was written on the back. It was written a week before Chicago was destroyed. This means that there was a chance that his family could be alive. His heart filled with joy and relief. Tear fell from his eyes as he held the letter close to his chest. He put the letter into his pocket and ran back to the camp to tell the rest of the team.
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Spencer was lying down in the wagon and was wrapped up in a few blankets that Garcia got for him. He was shivering and coughing loudly. His body felt like it was on fire and it made it harder for him to breathe.
Garcia walked over to him and got him some more water for him to drink. When she felt his forehead she couldn't believe how feverish he had become. She got out some soft towels and a bucket of water from the wagon. She helped him remove his sweat-drenched shirt to wash his back and chest with cool water. Spencer sighed and smiled. "Thank you Penelope…" She smiled, "Of course…do you want some soup?" Spencer nodded and she got up to get him a bowl. She spoon-fed him until the bowl as empty. Just before she got up to put the bowl away, he gently grabbed her wrist. Spencer eyes made Garcia blush and she quickly got up and ran away. He looked away and wondered where that sudden moment of boldness came from.
Garcia put away the bowl and held her head in her right hand. "Damn it Spencer…" she sighed and went to get a bowl of soup for herself.
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