Chapter 93 Echoes Of Frost

• The wind outside was softer that morning — still howling, but not screaming.It rattled the metal walls of the shelter like a tired breath, its fury spent for now. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled rice and antiseptic. The hum of generators filled the spaces between voices.
• “Wind readings are steady,” one Watcher reported near the entrance. “Visibility’s low, but safe enough for short-range travel.”
• That was all Darren needed to hear. Within minutes, he and Lucy were in the truck again, with Dani and Lisa bundled in the back seat, their coats zipped to their chins. The world beyond their windshield was a ghostly blur of white, but for the first time in days, the snowflakes drifted instead of slashed.