Alex stooped and picked up the beaten map. It sat relatively undisturbed in the corner of the hideout safe from the carnage that lay a room apart. He looked at the large satellite map taken from a better time and longed to return to a day when the skies were full of planes and more. Banishing the thought he instead focused on the here and now.
The ink was smudged, the kid's handwriting made the map hard to read. They hadn't been surviving here long likely, but long enough that he could trace a sad story that lead up until the finale that lay not eight feet away through a wall of peeling plaster.