Write about: resistance.
The only thing I'm going to miss about this recent battle with illnesses in our household is how easy it is to get Max to sleep at night. He conked out in less than ten minutes the other night without a single complaint.
I can tell he's getting better by the gradual increase in how much of a fight he's been putting up the last two nights.
Miles was more congested today, but we're hopeful the worst is behind us at this point. We could certainly all use it to be, at any rate.
In a small town nestled in the foothills of majestic mountains, five men gather in a small room lit by two candles. They stand and study a map splayed out across a table with uneven legs, when their eyes are not on the curtain clad windows. There is no one else present. The windows are locked shut. Still they are unable to trust their privacy completely.
Privacy? Secrecy, to be entirely honest.
"Bases N-43 and Q-9 have been infiltrated and utterly destroyed," one of the men says, a dirty finger pointing out each location as he speaks of them. "Base D-5 is completely surrounded and won't survive the weekend. Base T-8 remains hidden and unknown. For now."
"And what about this room?" another man asks, his voice hoarse. "How much longer will it be safe for us to use? How long until that door over there gets kicked in and we all disappear like puffs of cigarette smoke in a hurricane?"
"We should move on before the risk grows too great," a third says. He looks the others in the eyes, one after the other, daring them to challenge him. "The roof above our heads and walls surrounding us are nice luxuries to have, but they are exactly that. Luxuries. We all know what will happen if we delay too long."
There is silence in the flickering candlelight. The air is heavy with stale sweat and fear. Outside, unseen and unnoticed, a snow begins to fall. A race is underway and no one can say who will win. Though, regardless of whether winter or the army reaches these men first, there is one certainty.
Their chance of survival is desperately poor.