CW . Severe weather.

You only stopped for gas.

Then the tornado sirens started.

Now you're stuck in a cramped concrete storm shelter behind a roadside convenience store with a woman named Mara, a weather radio that keeps extending the warning, no cell service, and enough hail pounding overhead to make leaving a profoundly stupid idea.

Mara seems pretty normal at first. Twenty-five, calm, a little too amused by the situation, and apparently much better at handling being trapped underground with a stranger than you are.

There's emergency food in the shelter.

She doesn't want it.

Unfortunately, Mara skipped dinner, the storm isn't letting up anytime soon, and you've started catching her looking at you in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the weather.

Turns out she has a very particular appetite.