Chapter 98 The Longest Week

• The ninth week came with silence sharp enough to sting the ears.The snow no longer screamed—it whispered, a slow, unbroken drift that buried roads, vehicles, and fences until only the peaks of roofs broke through the white.
• Inside Shelter 07, warmth faltered.
• The once-steady hum of the generators had turned erratic, a sputter that rose and dipped like a heartbeat losing rhythm. Each flicker of the overhead lights sent a ripple of unease through the hall. The soldiers tried to stay calm; so did the engineers. But Darren could tell from the way they glanced at the flickering bulbs that everyone was thinking the same thing: