Martial Law

I slowly open my eyes... Where am I? I find myself laying alongside the other two children in a cave. I notice a hat lying nearby... It's from the old man on the train! He must have carried us here after we fell asleep. The two kids are sleeping peacefully on mats. "But.. What... Who... Why...?" I stutter to myself. I offer up a prayer of thanksgiving to God. A small radio that must have been smuggled from somewhere is blaring something about martial law. Sapphire, age 5 wakes up yawning. Her twin brother Samuel wakes up and starts crying. I put the back of my hand to his forehead- he has a fever. I scan the cave and find a sack of potatoes. An angel is all I can think. Us three are the only survivors. I kneel down and pray for guidance on what I should do next. I thank God for being magnanimous to us.