It was three days after the storm...
It was three days after the storm, and Marie still had not left her apartment. She was trapped inside with her Dad and Atlas, all of them slowly going crazy. Cabin fever they call it, when one starts to become irritable, and restless resulting from isolation in a confined place. Their food supply was dwindling; a few cans of chicken noodle soup, a handful of evian water bottles, and a few cups left of dog food. Marie wasn’t sure when she would be able to go to the grocery story or even leave her apartment because the destruction was simply devastating and all of the grocery stores within walkable distances were closed. All of the power lines were down and there was no electricity so Marie sparingly checked the news on her phone which provided only more bad news. The news broadcasted that it would be another couple of days until everything was up and running. Another couple of days until Marie could escape her Dad who was a stranger. For hours on end, Marie sat in her overstuffed, ...