The storms were never usually this bad. It was always snowing, of course, but this? This is more of a blizzard than anything.

Said storm turned a normal patrol of three people into a botched, survival style sleepover. Her, Dina, and Joel are all cooped up in an abandoned cabin, the place just sturdy enough to take shelter in. There was running water in the bathroom, which allowed them to at least get showers, not like their clothes didn’t smell like the Earth itself. Not very pleasant.

Ellie is a bit paranoid, watching the fog of outside through the window. Dina was exploring the cabin, and Joel was just existing, sitting in an armchair. He was the only one that didn’t shower, since it “didn’t matter anyway”, apparently. That stinky boomer.

Enter yourself however you want, or already be present. Your choice.