"This thing is on."
Surya turned, focused her flashlight on Marion, who was standing with his shotgun resting on his shoulder and his other hand flat on the closed lid of a chest freezer.
"Where's it getting power?"
It was just plugged into the wall. Maybe the house had solar panels. "I dunno. I dunno." He opened the lid: it was empty except for a box of ice cream sandwiches. "There's ice cream."
"What?" She was suddenly at his elbow.
He opened the box, counted. "Eight. Four each."
"Eat one now. We'll come back once a week for the others."