Cold brisk air froze her breath as Maranda stomped back through the back door of the rambling old farm house that she shared with her brother, cursing under her breath as she gathered the rest of the supplies she would need for her journey.
"What the hell is going on" Justin grumble as he is sshuffled out of him room rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm going hunting" she snapped reaching for the AK 47 hanging on the...