As night approached, the storm began to let up. John looked out through the tarp Kembe and Mark had draped across the pass-through, surveying the wreckage in the other room. Half of the roof was gone and a section of the back wall had come down with it. The issue right now was heat. With the stove out in the other room, all they had was their coats, blankets, and sleeping bags. With Michelle and Brenda in their tenuous conditions, that spelled trouble. He pulled his phone out and looked for service. Still nothing. They couldn’t hold out too much longer. He tapped Kembe on the shoulder and gestured Mark and Nick over.
“We need to get out of here soon before things get ugly,” John whispered.
Kembe nodded. “I will go in the morning. Should be able to make Ledar by noon if storm is over,” he
