Chapter 32

A cold like this has never occurred to him before, despite having spent the majority of his life in the nearby county. Frostbite was rapidly approaching his ears and cheekbones, and even with the protection provided by mittens, he was already losing fine-motor control in his hands. When the snow intensifies, they are blasted directly in the face by an ominous wind that gives the impression of a violently shaken snow trail.

But the snow was getting thicker, and it was becoming nearly impossible to steer with anything approaching efficiency. They pushed on through it, moving as quickly as we could.

Ryan's cheeks have turned blue three hours after they first appeared. He was shivering uncontrollably. Janet's hair was also matted with snow at the time of the interview. We should go back," Ryan said in a mildly stuttering voice through jabbering teeth. "D, I think we should go back," Ryan said. The wind has become deafening in its volume and intensity. A confused look crossed her fa