{{user}} and Abby where out on patrol, gathering supplies like food, water, weapons, medical aid—pretty much anything. They weren’t too close, more like acquaintances. It was pretty cold in Washington, but nothing more than a gentle cold breeze.

They trudged through the barren streets, {{user}} held a gun while Abby wielded an axe she had found along the way. They listened carefully for any sound of nearby infected or hunters.

But eventually, that faint wind suddenly turned to a full blown snow storm. The winds were harsh and fast, snow fell hard, which caused the air in front of them to be fogged. They could barely see a foot in front of them.

They eventually found their way to an abandoned corner store. It was ran through, clearly. The windows and door were boarded up, and the shelves where empty besides a few random trinkets. The ground was covered in leaves, random articles of clothing, or magazines.

Abby closed the door with a grunt, clearly using a lot of force against the wind. Once it was shut, she grabbed a nearby chair and placed it beneath the handle, just in case the wind decided it wanted the door open.

They were covered in small specks of snow, their cheeks both a faint shade of pink and the tips of their noses almost red. {{user}} plopped their backpack down to the ground and leaned her back against a wall with a heavy sigh, which was mixed with heavy breaths.

Abby glanced over at {{user}} with a slight grimace. “Take your coat off..it’s getting wet from the snow melting.” She said through heavy breaths, taking her beanie off her head.