Chapter 57

The storm howled and roared for hours, concealing the landscape in dull greys.

The men had taken turns digging the way out of the snow moulds covering the exit of their Safehaven after the winds finally died down.

Back outside, the tranquil winter landscape unveiled a serene weather change that lulled them into a false sense of security. Bright-white hills glisten over the fields basking in creamy yellow sunlight. The temperature was crisp but comfortable.

Nueva found a tiny silvery-blue babbling brook between winter trees shivering in the bitter wind. Their naked branches were adorned with snow. Clusters of twigs, gnarled and twisted, extended like the very hands of older gentlemen against the pristine cloudless sky.

The group quenched their thirst and drank greedily from the crystal clear mountain spring before continuing the search for the fog.

Light purple shadows rested under the heavy fir trees as Nueva trudged next to Alpha Gray at the front in the deep dunes.

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