D A W N
Argus held his hands together tightly, his knuckles were calloused a covered in dried blood. He kept his yellow eyes forward staring off into a dark sky. He could hear Wren and Blair sleeping soundly back in the bunker, he felt relieved for their safety but still couldn't help worrying. This was the third night he went without sleep, and he couldn't help it. They were running out of food and it would be long till he would have to venture into the city to get more supplies. He was determined to keep his family alive, but to make matters worse Blair caught sickness. He could hear her start to cough again and he moved from his post. He came to her side brushing back her purple hair softly. "You alright love?" He said quietly trying not to wake her mother beside her. Blair nodded weakly trying to breathe quietly too but her breaths were wheezy and short. Argus took her in his arms bringing her to an old booth chair they had salvaged. He brought her some water they collected from the rain, followed by some pills Wren had prescribed. Blair coughed slightly as she took her third pill but it wasn't long til she was sleeping in his big arms. Argus watched out the window as he stroked her hair silently, listening to her breathing which seemed to even out. He watched as the sun began to rise just barely peaking above the tree line. He exhaled softly placing Blair carefully next to her mother on the cot. He went outside the bunker to see what he could salvage for their breakfast. He knew they had dried foods in the bunk but he wanted to save those for dyer situations. He collected some berries and a few apples from a farm about a mile and a half away. He also managed to find more bottled water and a tool box. When he returned he found Wren already awake outside. He smiled setting his bag down on a table "How is she?" He asked looking toward the tin door as if she was going to come out any minute. "Still asleep, I heard you two last night, you're an awful singer" she spoke with a soft smile trying to lighten his mood. Since the attack a few days ago he had been a little tense. Argus managed a small smile kissing her good morning on the forehead "Well someone had to do it... She won't go to sleep with out it." He cracked open the door slightly to let the morning light in. Blair yawned tiredly stretching her small arms to the ceiling "morning-" she started with a cough. She hated coughing in front of her father knowing it upset him she tried to stall it by holding her breath. Argus smiled reassuringly swinging her up into his arms "you're getting to big" he said setting her down. Blair raised an eyebrow her vivid pink and green eyes staring up at him in wonder "I'm only twelve!" She said with another cough following her father outside to join her mother for breakfast.