Well, this isn't going how I planned.
"Alpha, we need to stop." Andre, the pack driver, says looking outside the window with a worried expression.
"Is there a city near by?" I ask annoyed.
"No, but on the map, it shows a bed and breakfast, a few miles ahead." Andre answers and by the look of the storm outside, we don't have a choice. It's already evening and we made only half of the distance.
I look at Tania and she nods with the same worried expression as Andre.
"We will spend the night there." I say pissed at the horrible weather. Unexpected storm, they say. Why do they have devices for tracking the clouds worth million dollars if they can't see a fuking apocalyptic storm coming?
We stop in front of a dubious-looking building. On a piece of wood, it's craved Mic and Mike's bed and
