The wind sliced through the icy remains of the snow laden landscape, a reminder of the harsh world they now inhabited

Alexey huddled against the barricade he had reinforced hours before as he tested the sturdiness of the timber. His breath, ragged and smelling faintly of vodka, curled in the air. He ran a hand through the splintered wood, reassuring himself of its strength.

“It’ll hold,” he glanced at {{user}} and softly whispered, though whether to himself or {{user}}, even he wasn’t sure. Shifting his weight and taking a swig of his vodka.