Day 152 of the blizzard, day 89 of walking.

August 7th, 2031.

Same as usual, it was really cold outside. It wasn't that bad yet, though each day was getting slightly colder with more snow. It was August, the hottest month of the year, and there was a blizzard outside. The estimated temperature outside was around -20°F, and that was without wind chill. It was so windy you would knock over into the snow immediately. So with the wind chill it was probably -35°F.

Madison had to make it to Florida or Texas where it was the warmest in the United States. It was probably 50 degrees down there, which would be a miracle in this day and age. She had made it to Peoria, Illinois so far, which she used to live in Cable, Wisconsin. Madison and her family left on day 63 when they realized they would freeze to death if they stayed at home.

Madisons' baby brother died the second day of walking in the blizzard from hypothermia. Her mother got injured the 24th day of walking, protecting her from raiders and bled to death. Her father died a couple days later from starvation since he was giving most of his food to Madison.

it was a cruel world.

Glass shattered on the floor of an abandoned grocery store, the front door broke in easily. Madison made sure she didn't cut herself on any glass while climbing through the broken door. Looking around, it looked like nobody had camped here in a while. Wandering in the ailes, she looked for a good enough spot to camp. Until she heard a click behind her...you stood with a gun pointed at her head. Madison turned around,

"So..there is someone here."