The storm came out of nowhere— snow pelting you from all sides as you were collecting snow to ice Lottie’s broken body. You stumbled blindly until you (embarrassingly) smacked face-first into a structure.

The meat shed. It’ll have to do. You duck inside, grateful to have shelter from the storm, but pause when you realize you’re not the only one in here.

“What are you doing in here? Get out,” Shauna jumps to her feet. She’s a force that could rival the storm surging outside.