"We're almost at the dorms," Lachlan murmured as the Hummer's tires crunching over patches of frozen slush and gravel. "Another ten minutes, give or take, depending on traffic."
Sera nodded from the passenger seat, her arms folded loosely, gaze fixed on the horizon. The snow had started again—light, lazy flakes drifting in and out of the sunlight like it couldn't make up its mind.
"I want to make one more stop," Noah piped up from the back seat. "Right there."
Lachlan didn't bother looking. "No."
"Come on," Noah pressed, leaning forward to tap on the window. "It's a grocery store. Not even raided yet. Look! The windows are intact. According to Sera, we're running low on food, and if the rest of our team is showing up soon, we need more than just jerky and military rations."
Sera exhaled through her nose. She could feel Lachlan tensing beside her.
"Noah's got a point," she said at last, quiet. "Better to stock up now before things get worse."
