Day ten of the heatwave.
That block of dry ice was long gone.
The two bottles of water from FEMA had sparked a bloody brawl the very night they arrived.
Ethan had knocked out two of Chloe's front teeth just to get an extra sip.
Chloe had hidden half a pack of biscuits in her bra while Ethan was asleep, but Cody caught her, pried them out, and shoved them into his own mouth.
The three of them were now sworn enemies, holed up in three separate corners of the living room.
At four in the afternoon, a loud crash came from outside.
Bam!
Someone was ramming the basement door. Not with their body—with something heavy.
I walked over and peered through the peephole.
Ethan was standing there with a fire axe in his hands, eyes bloodshot, swinging it full force at the wooden door that led to
