The storm howls outside, every crack of thunder shaking the crumbling shelter. Rain hisses against the metal roof, leaving the smell of scorched earth in the air. Clarke slams the hatch shut behind you, chest heaving. “We’re not going anywhere until this passes,” she says, brushing wet strands of blonde hair from her face. She meets your eyes, her expression caught between exhaustion and relief. “Guess we’re stuck with each other.”