Kenna's POV:
I glanced again at the storm clouds, growing darker and gloomier by the minute.
I watched everyone mull around, packing and avoiding each other because of my freak out last night.
I held a duffel bag open as Matt stuffed things into it.
"So what do we do?" I muttered.
"If?"
I rolled my eyes. "If it storms. Considering we are so close to the ocean we can't survive the impact of the waves and winds."
"Then we clear out a few tourist shops and take refuge in one. It's our only choice." He answered.
Melissa walked up behind us. "I have an idea."
I stood up, dusting off my hands. "Let's hear it then."
Matt smirked at her, challenging her.
She stared back at him confidently.
"Well my uncle owns an island offshore a little ways from here. We can make a trip to town, get some gas and fill up that boat-" she paused and pointed to a small motarboat . "And get there before it starts. And bam. We're safe."
I looked at the group and they were all staring, waiting for me to approve the decision.
"I- I don't know guys." I started to say.
"No. It's a perfect idea. Everyone start packing! Anthony, Kyle, and I will go get gas."
Everyone launched into full energy mode as I sat there in a haze.
"You aren't going without me." Melissa stood with her hand on her hip.
Before I knew what I was saying I was by her side. "I'm going too."
The guys looked uneasily at each other.
"No isn't an option." I said evenly.
Kyle smirked and I glanced at him awkwardly.
Owen sat on the ground. "So I guess I pack up the boat?"
We nodded.
I turned away, tucking my knife into my belt loop and grabbing a crowbar.
After collecting weapons we started walking, our footsteps echoing with every broken branch.
An uncomfortable silence filled the air as we stepped into the cracked cement roads. Power lines laid on the ground, glass covered the streets, leaving bare stores accessible.
We stepped to the gas station, no sign of movement anywhere.
The guys set to work and Melissa and I shuffled to the door. It was open. I ran my hand along a shelf of broken snow globes. A tiny piece of glass struck my finger. I pulled it out and clutched my finger as the blood seeped out of it.
"Shit." I grimaced.
A tiny breeze came out of the back of the store and lifted the stray hairs around my face.
I drew my attention away from my finger and looked toward the back.
The freezer door now sat open.
Melissa was still stuffing granola bars in her jacket. I took a step closer and listened for any noise but the only sound was faint dripping water.
I cautiously stuck my head inside and noticed a first aid kit. Smiling, I walked towards it and struggled with the opening, smearing blood all over it.
I popped it open and carefully selected a band aid.
I paused and listened. The silence was more noticeable. Suddenly movement from the other doorway caught my attention and I backed away, dropping the band aid and clutching the crowbar.
"M-Melissa?" I asked and she snapped her head up.
"Hmm?" She replied and her eyes went wide as she looked beyond me.
She suddenly came towards me knife in hand and I flinched as she stabbed down. The pain didn't come but an object hit the ground.
I turned around and saw a dead zombie. But it wasn't alone.
A crowd of at least 10 came out of the doorway.
"Houston. We have a problem. " Melissa muttered.
