The storage room on the second floor was not what I was expecting it to be. Scarlett went down the hall to check on Archer while I searched for the traveling packs Miriam was talking about. I pulled on a string hanging from the ceiling and the entire room flooded with light.

I gasped.

It was a long, narrow room lined with shelves, with backpacks and hiking boots, several stacks of clothing, shelf-stable food… and weapons, lots of them.

“Holy shit,” I ...