Here we are, trying desperately to dig a hole, so we won't die from a hurricane. And...nobody knows where Jim is.
I just want to go home!
I stomped over to Karissa, clutching my broken arm like it was a baby. She glanced at me then continued to do her job.
"Karissa!" I screamed.
"What, Bree? And why are you screaming at me?"
"I have something to say."
"Well, get on with it."
"I want to find Jim."
She shook her head, "It's too dangerous."
"Fine." I turned away from her and sneaked out of the shelter. I was going to find Jim. He was a part of our group, it didn't matter if I didn't like him. We were not going to loose a person.