Snippet #1679038

Elliott was quite sure he'd lost weight since he first came to the island, considering the shortage of food. At this very moment he was seated in the canteen, not too far from Mark, poking his ration with a slightly dissatisfied face. He jumped a little as the ex-army man played the first radio clip, not prepared for the sudden loud noise over the previously low murmur of people talking to each other.

"The outbreak has been going for 10 months and is only getting worse. Survivors are being put into groups and sent away many never to see their family or friends again..."

"Feeling any better?" he couldn't help asking as Mark abruptly ended the radio clip. No matter what the man's original intention had been by listening in, it was quite obviously having a quite depressing effect on those who cared to pay attention.

Himself, unfortunately, included. How a civilized world could have stooped to such a low level was beyond him – it wasn’t too long ago since he’d been seated in a comfortable chair with a nice cuppa beside him and good music streaming from the radio. Hadn’t it been for the amount of travel his previous work demanded, he probably would have been one of those things now, and wasn’t that a happy thought.

“No disrespect intended, but I think it would be better to listen to those on your own, unless you want to further inconvenience those who are faint at heart.”