I walk around the building and find the cistern I saw on the walk back from the beach. There has to be water in there. There’s nowhere else for water to come from on this island except a rainwater catch system. Even if there isn’t much, there will be enough with this storm. But it’s better to know how much we have before we start using any more of it. I climb up the ladder to the elevated tank and spot solar panels on the roof. Two of them are shattered from the lightning. But that’s less than half. So hopefully there’s some kind of restart button on the AC load controller that will kick the batteries back online. “What are you doing?” Victoria yells over the wind. I ignore her. That was a shitty move back inside and I’m quite pissed off at her right now. I get it, we’re incompatible. But she’s so fucking clueless. “West!” she yells again as I reach the roof and grab hold of a solar panel to steady myself in the wind. “Weston! Get down, you’re going to blow off the roof.”
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