Gage’s POV
As I tuck my cell back into my pocket, my mind starts to catalogue what we have to get us through the storm. I know that the food in the fridge will last another day or so, but it’s not going to stretch further than that.
Heading toward the kitchen, I turn into the laundry room and look to the right where a plain wooden door is fitted into a frame. The door has a huge padlock on it, and as I fish out my truck keys, I grab the smallest one, sliding it into the lock and turning it.
Pushing open the door, I reach inside and flick on the light switch to reveal a well stocked pantry of tinned goods, matches, candles, torches and a variety of other things that might be needed in an emergency. A small chest freezer that hums quietly in the corner of the room draws my attention and I
