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if your life depended on it,” the kid with the green hair said. He must have been 19, maybe 20. “You have a heart of gold and we all know it.”
    “Save yourself some trouble, doll,” the scarred man stepped forward and held out his hand. “Give me the gun and we’ll forget this whole thing happened. You can stay in your side of the house and we’ll all leave you alone.”
    “Fuck you,” Emily spat. She turned, positioning her body so she was aiming at Scar now. Unfortunately, that meant she was momentarily distracted and no longer paying attention to Neil or the woman. The woman took advantage of the opportunity and kicked her in the leg, which caused Emily to lose her balance. She tripped and Scar quickly took the gun from her and tossed it aside.
    “Are you ready to calm down?” He asked when Emily glared at him. She hadn’t been this pissed off since Stephanie Kline went out with the boy she liked in the 7 th grade. Stephanie knew Emily had a huge crush on him, but dated him anyway. This was just as bad. Maybe worse. Definitely worse.
    Instead of answering, Emily frowned harder, wrinkling her forehead. She might not be able to fight off this group of assholes, but she could make their stay horribly unpleasant.
    “As I was saying,” Neil started speaking again and everyone turned away. He was obviously the leader of the group. Scar stopped staring at Emily and turned back to Neil. Or, as Emily would secretly refer to him, probably-looked-better-with-less-hair-gel. Seriously, who had time to gel their hair in the apocalypse? She hadn’t showered in weeks, much less found time to do her hair.
    Yet here she was, standing in front of a group of fucking models. It just figured that was her luck.
    “We need to figure out where we’re going to hole up. I give it an hour, maybe two, before this thing really hits us.”
    A few people murmured things, but Emily was trying to figure out what he was talking about.
    “What are you talking about?” She asked. She had never been good at being anything but blunt.
    “Haven’t you looked at the sky?” The other woman asked her. “Seriously, honey, take a look.”
    Emily glanced up. Green and yellow. Storm colors. She had been so distraught worrying about getting home that she hadn’t paid attention to the weather.
    “Do you have a storm cellar?” Neil asked, but she just shook her head. Zombies and now a tornado. She was really out of luck.
    “Hey princess,” Green Hair said, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She looked up, but before she could come up with a nasty retort, his face softened. “We need to find a place to seek shelter before the storm comes. I know your house is your beloved darling or some shit, but we need a real, legit place to stay. Do any of your neighbors have a basement?”
    They didn’t. None that she knew of, anyway.
    Billionaire Boy didn’t have a house on his property and though Emily had explored the forests extensively, she’d never noticed an abandoned storm shelter or anything like that. Old Man Peterson up the road had a crawl space, but she didn’t think that would actually do anyone any good.
    Then she remembered.
    “Um, yeah,” she said. “There’s a house about two miles that way,” she pointed in the opposite direction of town. South. It was off the highway, but only barely, and she wasn’t sure it would still be safe. If hitchhikers or vagrants had wanted to take a house after the apocalypse, it was very visible from the road, but it had a basement.
    “Basement?” The woman asked, gently prodding Emily for more information.
    “Yeah,” she gulped, realizing she was about to abandon her home with these weirdoes. She didn’t have much choice thanks to the storm, but the decision still hurt. “It’s got a full basement. Probably even still has some beer in it,” she looked to Scar and he nodded.
    “Grab what you need,” Neil said to the group. “We leave in five. Oh and princess,” Emily turned