A small pocket radio sat on a stool, its warm yellow light reaching all but one corner of the make-shift hut around it. Music whispered out from the little box, interrupted only by the pinging of rain on the tin roof above. Outside, the rain came in torrents, drowning out the light and music of the little box. A large thump broke through the night, causing the tin roof, jammed between a cardboard wall and chain-link fence, to tremble. And inside the darkened corner of the quaint hut, something stirred. Through the chain link fence the outline of a building could be seen with shadows moving to surround it. Muffled yelling carried from the building into the little shack and the once hidden figure moved closer to the machine. Gunshots spit through the night followed by screams as the shadows filed into the building. The tiny radio flickered and was grasped by calloused hands as a final crash rang out and the yellow light died. An anguished cry escaped the crouching figure as he furiously toggled the radio’s little metal switch. His hands shook as he extended and rearranged its antennas, searching for static, and then slowed as he fell back onto the rain flooded ground. As he sat on his knees listening to the downpour, his already wrinkled face creased even more at his brow and his lips pressed so thin they almost disappeared completely. His back hunched as he twisted his head to peer through the openings in the fence, his body too big to sit up straight in the now cramped and stuffy hut. He squinted as he sought out any further movement. After glaring through the rain for what seemed an eternity, his brow relaxed and he craned his neck to look over at his little radio, then back to the building once more. A strand of stark white hair fell over his eyes as he thought and he swept it back with his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead and muddying his hair even more.

-Nicole(this is just the first part of the story)