Parking my car in front of the morgue, I got out and stretched my sore body. It was sometime around noon, reminding me of my empty stomach and how I’d barely consumed any food over the past two days.

I’d been so focused on surviving the tsunami waves of Zaine—and by extension his brother— I’d forgotten about all other bodily functions.

Before I headed back to the motel, I’d stop at the gas station and grabbed me and Zaine something to ...