It all happened so fast. Arthur was piloting a small plane until it crash due to a geomagnetic storm. It was ab apocalyptic storm.

You woke up your head bleeding your eyes tired. You tried to get up all you saw was a whiteout of snow and pain. Arthur was beside you he was awake too and put a callus hand on your shoulder.

“Hey….don’t panic” Arthur grunted in his deep southern accent.