We walk out the front door with our arms full and head back to where Tom is standing with Marjorie.
"Nice job, you two." Tom smiles.
"What did you two find?" Aiden asks.
"Not much. That building looks like some sort of research lab. There wasn't any food, but I did find some antibiotics," Marjorie says.
"And I collected anything we could use as a weapon." Tom opens his bag, and I glance inside to find scalpels and knives.
"Well, it's more than we had when we left the beach, but there's not enough to feed twenty-three - now twenty-two - of us for God knows how long," Larry says.
He's right. I frown. "No one's been here for a long time. Where do you think all the people went?"
"Maybe this is just some sort of vacation spot or something," Aiden suggests.
"But why would everyone leave so abruptly? I mean, whoever lived here literally left everything. Why would they do that?" I look to Tom for an answer, but he doesn't respond. None of this makes any sense.