It was the kind of snow that seeped into your bones and froze you to the core. The kind that stuck your eyelashes together and made your lips a deathly shade of blue. It was the kind of snow that had a body count in the thousands and it was heading right for us, murmuring false promises of a gentle sleep forever.
The news had called it "The Storm to End All Storms" and they hadn't been too far off. Wherever it touched it left no survivors, at least none that had been heard from so far. Half a year in and it had utterly decimated North America, Europe and it was slowly working its way through Asia. Its smaller twin wasn't reported by any major western news channel, they'd all gone dead weeks before it hit online. According to the first reports it had taken South America and was now moving onto Africa.
At first it didn't make sense that these two storms would be able to maintain their size, temperature or carry on moving at such a steady speed, seemingly out to conquer the world and yet there they were and there we were, huddled together in the subway system as far down the disused rails as we could get.
The final broadcasts from France had told us that the storm could feel heat, liked to leech it out of you nice and slow until you were this ice-covered fetal-positioned corpse. All radio stations are either dead or on repeat, the internet isn't looking much better. So far the known survivors from storm-touched countries have dropped from several hundred thousand to barely one hundred and still falling.
There's not much food left down here, the rats are freezing to death right in front of us. I can see the icicles forming over their shrivelling eyes but at least they don't scream. Maybe they're freezing from the inside out? I'm not sure that's a better way to go than outside-in but at this rate I won't be waiting much longer to find out - I haven't been able to feel my legs for days now and it's spreading fast.
The news had called it "The Storm to End All Storms" and they hadn't been too far off. Wherever it touched it left no survivors, at least none that had been heard from so far. Half a year in and it had utterly decimated North America, Europe and it was slowly working its way through Asia. Its smaller twin wasn't reported by any major western news channel, they'd all gone dead weeks before it hit online. According to the first reports it had taken South America and was now moving onto Africa.
At first it didn't make sense that these two storms would be able to maintain their size, temperature or carry on moving at such a steady speed, seemingly out to conquer the world and yet there they were and there we were, huddled together in the subway system as far down the disused rails as we could get.
The final broadcasts from France had told us that the storm could feel heat, liked to leech it out of you nice and slow until you were this ice-covered fetal-positioned corpse. All radio stations are either dead or on repeat, the internet isn't looking much better. So far the known survivors from storm-touched countries have dropped from several hundred thousand to barely one hundred and still falling.
There's not much food left down here, the rats are freezing to death right in front of us. I can see the icicles forming over their shrivelling eyes but at least they don't scream. Maybe they're freezing from the inside out? I'm not sure that's a better way to go than outside-in but at this rate I won't be waiting much longer to find out - I haven't been able to feel my legs for days now and it's spreading fast.
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