After the miscarriage, Sarah and Simon’s marriage struggles to survive Sarah sat and watched him. He had clinically laid the table a minute ago. Making sure all the knives and forks were exactly the same distance away. Placing the pot stand, exactly in the centre of the table. Simon walked over to the table, placing the pan exactly on the pot stand. Not a millimetre off the centre. Things had been tough for the last year in the Parker house. Ever since they had lost the baby the pair had been on a different page. It started with a quick niggle at each other. A few cross words had grown into a full-scale war. The arguments lasting for hours. Always resulting in one of them spending the night on the sofa. Two weeks ago they had faced the final decision. Go their separate ways or make their marriage work. It hadn’t always been like this. Before pregnancy, they had been happy. Constantly in the bedroom, only wanting to spend time with each other.
The fan moved the still air, around the bunker. Since the crash of 2025, air had become a precious commodity. The irony of the wind generator running the fan in the bunker to circulate the stale air wasn’t wasted on Harper. The problem was the air that turned the wind turbine wasn’t worth breathing. Since the world had destroyed itself, the atmosphere contained chemicals. Chemicals that even the most robust living organism couldn’t survive. Still, the filtration machine cleaned the air and the fan circulated it throughout. The air smelt stale and it was always hot, but breathing it couldn’t kill you.
Part Three of Tommy’s Life Tommy sniffed the sweet sea air. He loved how fresh everything smelt on the beach. He licked his lips and tasted the salt. The small dog he had recently rescued from the shelter, ran by his side. Everyone stopped to talk to the guy with the cute dog. The wind blew the sand around his feet as he took another deep breath. The first relaxing breath he had been able to take for two weeks. Ever since he had been stopped in the subway by the policeman, after the Facebook challenge. His act of pretending to be the first aider, whilst killing his victims was over. This time Tommy had managed to escape the suspicions of the police. He knew he would not be that lucky next time. One more incident of Tommy being found at a murder scene and his mission would be over for good.
Rose threw her legs out of the bed for the fifth time in one night. The baby wouldn’t sleep for more than 45 minutes. As soon as Rose drifted off she was woken again by the screams. Rose had never felt tiredness like it. There were times during the last couple of weeks where she has started hallucinating. It was only a bum change this time. Rose remembered how her mother had mocked her when she said she was using traditional nappies. She had risen her eyebrows and chuckled.
Tommy stared at the screen. Five percent battery left, how was that possible? He needed to log onto Facebook and find the next set of instructions for the mission. The tube rattled along the tracks making the familiar noises. Tommy turned his body away from the rather overweight man sat beside him. He needed privacy to log in. As much privacy as you could get on a busy tube carriage. If only Tommy could remember the code that extended your battery. He remembered seeing if you pressed a combination you could access the reserve battery. It was no good, Tommy couldn’t remember the sequence. Tommy pressed the familiar F logo on his phone and everything went black. He looked in despair at the phone. Punching the home button with his thumb, nothing happened. Tommy swore, earning himself a tut from the elderly woman sitting opposite him. How Tommy would have loved to follow the old bat home and make her pay. She would have to wait he had another mission to fulfil today. That was if he could ever access the details of it on his phone. Why had he left home without his charger? He was so sure he had enough battery. He had thrown the phone on the wireless charger last night. Only to discover when he was on the tube that it hadn’t charged. Tommy needed a phone charger and he needed one fast. As he stepped out of the train in search, he spotted exactly what he needed. A guy walked in front of him. He had a leather jacket, black jeans and trainers. What attracted Tommy was the phone in his hand which was connected via a lead to his backpack. He had to have a mobile charger in that backpack. What more, they had the same phone.
It was an easy decision when Marion asked me for my kidney. At the time when I went through the initial tests, I was shocked I could even be considered a match. Then against all odds, I was the only person who could save Marion’s life. We had grown up together, sisters from a different mother we used to say. We had met when we were only five on our first day at school. We were as different as chalk and cheese. Marion came from a rich family, everything she wanted her parents provided for her. The latest bikes, the latest toys and even one of the first computers.
As I pulled down hard on my shoelace with utter despair I heard the rip as it snapped in my hand. I looked down at my battered boots and knew I had been living on borrowed time. The boots, that had once been buffed, so I could see my face, were dirty and leaking. The leather was peeling. Wherever I went the hole in the sole allowed water to seep into my feet.