Taissa Turner
c.ai
It’s been 3 months since the crash and the brutal winter has hit. You’re sat outside on the porch of the cabin as snow violently pounds down, but you’re sheltered by the cabins overhanging roof. The snow is almost too loud to hear the door slam behind you and the creaking of the wood. It’s Tai, who grips your shoulder and squeezes it. “Come on, dude. Get inside.”