[i]Day 90, 9pm[/i]

[i]Somewhere off the coast of Central Island[/i]

Lights flash and flicker, a large boat bobs in the gentle waves of the small portion of the ocean that was caught between the three main islands.  A submersible breaches the surface and opens hatch.  A man steps out and is helped up onto the boat.  "Is that it?"  The man that held his arm asked.  "It is.  That's the container that we saw fall when the barriers went up."  The man looked at the shipping crate, bent and burnt from its decent from the atmosphere but not destroyed.  It wasn't even a fourth the size of their little boat.  It was marked [i]Food and Goods[/i]. "So that's it.  That is the last of the supplies the city has left to live off of."

"Lord save us all."