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Eric woke up to his alarm clock the next day. He slapped his hand on it, turning it off, it read 5:30. HE groaned and got up from his bed. He did his normal routine, took a shower, brushed his teeth, made a small cup of coffee. Drinking it, he walked into his brother's room. He was surprised to see him propped up reading a book.

"Wow, it looks like the medicine did the trick"

"I do feel a little better" Josh croaked. Eric walked up to him and took his temperature.

"Good, 100 degrees, much better then you had been" Eric took the bottle, took the medicine with a syringe and injected him again. "You just get well, ok?" and he kissed his brother on the forehead.

"I will bro." Eric smiled and left him in his room.

"Eric..... ya there?" came a voice from his radio

"Yes Jeff, what is it?"

"Ya, I was running some tests on the motor and ... lets just say there was some problems and I need some more spark plugs, can you get some while you're out?"

"I can. Do you have an ETA on the boat?"

"A month, maybe two, it still has some hull damage and I have slim pickings to fix it. If you could find me, like, 40 survivors, I could build us an old fashioned wood boat in about 3-4 weeks"

"Lets just stick to 1st plan"

"Cannnn do!". Eric turned his radio to near silence and went over to a map on the dinning table. HE already checked most major buildings in middle Manhattan. He now had to check out lower Manhattan, and he was afraid there would be more survivors down there. He sighed, picked up his gear and weapons, went back down to the 5th floor and exited his tower, going down to lower Manhattan.