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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