They found a quiet diner and huddled around hot drinks, keeping their sorrow to themselves. Genvieve occasionally wiped at random tears tracking down her face with the cuff of her hoodie, but otherwise no one moved or spoke, even to drink their coffee.

Fresco finally sat back and gave himself a shake. "Worst case scenario?"

Daniel's head bobbed. "Whiteout hits the streets."

"We are captured and turned," Strom said.

"We die." Genvieve snuffled and shrugged. ...