The sky was a dark gray still, as it had been for the last week. Trent was carrying the large hiking backpack, just like usual. They were in search of an organized shelter within the city, but had no luck yet. There was word that the high school may have a survivors camp, but it was all the way across the city. It had taken them all week to make it there. Ana and Trent were finally approaching the school's road. The longer it had been from the explosion, the fewer people they saw. Either they were dying out quickly, or they were on the move east. East is where they intended to head, but they needed to try and resupply first. Their feet sank into the ground of ash and would get stuck with each step. Their water supply was almost gone and all the current water was tainted with ash. It was cooling off day by day due to the lack of sun and was only supposed to become more and more cold. They really needed to resupply. As they stepped onto the road leading to the high school, they could see a flame ahead. Somebody was there. Within minutes they were greeted by two people standing at the doors to the school. An elder man and woman. They greeted the kids and opened the door to the warmth of the inside. There were probably a couple dozen people here. Another man came up and assessed them then lead them to a set of bunk beds set up. He handed each a military packet of food. One read "Mashed potatoes and gravy" and the other "hamburger". Both were in tubes. Setting their equipment down, Trent devoured his and offered to open Ana's. She declined and placed it in her small backpack, causing a worrisome glance from her older brother.