Elizabeth had almost not believed her ears when the radio had announced that they were giving out more supplies at a hotel not far from the hospital. They needed them desperately, as she was sure everyone did, and it hadnât taken much convincing to get everyone onboard the idea of them actually attending.Â
Now, however, as she looked around the large crowd of survivors, Liz began regretting coming at all. She hated big groups especially large groups in small spaces and this was quickly becoming a claustrophobic situation. Her expression was one of worry, quickly becoming panic but she was able to push those thoughts away when she remembered this was temporary and theyâd be out of here soon with new winter supplies. As she stepped inside the building, a gust of wind blew some snowflakes inside with her, and Liz paused to look back and watch the snow fall. Without thinking, she turned and bumped into someone, breaking her thoughts up and forcing her to focus on them. âOh, sorry about that.â
Max had grown accustom to her fellow survivors at the camp. More people than that and she was getting antsy. She almost wanted to brave the snow and cold to be alone for a bit, but the flakes were getting thicker and falling faster. Headed to do another round for patrol, she backed up into someone or even if it was the other way around, Max wasnât sure. âItâs whatever,â she huffed.
