The family stared at the radio in a mixture of hatred and despair. Something had happened to the device or the tower that was blocking their signal. They could not call for help, they stared on in their horror for a few moments more before they were jolted out of their misery by an angry yell and the sound of the device smashing against a tree.
Isaac gasped for breath, his throat screaming in protest at his cry of anger. His mother stared at him before clearing her throat sparing a small glance at the device and noted in relief that it was somewhat still intact. She clapped her hands together to gain the attention of the others.
"If we can't call for help then we go and get it," she stated as a matter of factly.
"That will take too long, by the time we pack up it will already be nightfall, and who's to say the sheriff will be willing to talk to us in the middle of the night, that's if we somehow get back to town before tomorrow!" Isaac stated pessimistically.
