'So, anyone out there?' the voice from the radio pierced the silence and startled Louise.
She was careful not to let the answer sound to glib.
Waiting for the ice to thaw, she tried to run her x-ray scanner again, to check for any survivors.
'Nothing so far. I'll go out.' she said back. The person on the other end hang there for a minute, as if wanting to say something, but then the radio turned silent again.
She stepped quietly not to frighten the fowl that grouped in the pen, cloistered around the food crate.
Her iron grip clenched on the last remaining card, fingers purple from pressure, the other hand holding to the binoculars.
With the snow everywhere, the gaudy landscape was a blinding sight.
She closed the hatch behind her and entered the commands for automatic maintenance. The boat didn't need it, as Louise was planning to return very soon, but since her life depended on the boat being operational, she made sure every information is stored in the red box.
She could feel the heat emanating from the emitters at the back even though she was on the bow. A beep on her belt indicated the x-ray scanner found nothing.
'Cross your toes Bob.' she whispered to herself as she peered out into the icy wasteland through the binoculars. 'It's either your best birthday, or the last.'
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