We need to find another place. Back to the car.
From Create Your Own Story
You sigh. So much for that idea. "Let's go," you tell Melanie, pulling her by the hand back into the car.
You get back on the road in a hurry, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the plane-crash as you can. You drive through the pouring rain slowly, and every mile feels like a hundred. Finally, you come to a stretch of road you don't recognize.
"What is this?" You ask.
"I think this leads to the old mill. It's been shut down for years." Melanie says, trying to get a look out of the window. "It's got of couple of buildings we could probably hide out in, and there shouldn't be anyone there." She shrugs. "It's a pretty open area though. Anyone of those crazies could just wander right up." She points off to the side of the road to a small house sitting on the back of a property. It's dark, and there are two cars still sitting in the driveway. "Or we could try that place."
