Blizzard Blowout 64

Chapter 2

"AKAMAN!"

Akaman opened the door of his igloo...

He'd heard the distant holler of a familiar voice. It was his third friend, who he'd once joked about, that anyone could hear him scream from three planets away.

A distant cloud of smoke was now rising into the frigid sky.

He could spot it from there.

The clouds moved aside, as they coughed and whizzed, crying buckets out, while the sting of the events taking place sored their eyes.

Madness filled Akaman's face.

He gathered his possessions— his one picture into his tiny tummy pocket— before walking quietly down the steep mountain...

On his way down, Akaman gathered so much snow on his legs and body, he barely moved.

He was huge— a gargantuan mass ball made of snow, and once the coughing clouds saw him from a distance, packed their possessions and left for a holiday...

"Hey!" Akaman tried to call out to the clouds.

But it was too late.

The round, fluffy clouds were gone, thinking Akaman had been a monster of some kind...

* * * * *

Akaman tried to ask the other clouds resting above him about the event, but they had not the slightest idea on anything that'd taken place.

So he took on the journey to the danger zone— walking cautiously towards the big belching fire, as he started to have his snow body slowly melt off...

He called out to his friends, but no one answered.

"Where are they?" he mouthed silently.

* * * * *

There were footprints, at least!

He'd scrutinized the ruins, back and forth, top to bottom, before he'd found them; found the newly-formed wide, deep footprints.

"Hello!" he called out again.

His body was as thin as a twig— melting rapidly off like it was the source of a river.

He bent down onto the ground to gather some more ice to patch up his tiny body. He called their names out, wondering where they were...

"Penguin?! Um... other guy?"

He saw something. In between the fizzling-out wood and a broken down wall.

He nodded quietly.

"Ah, finally."

He a bit relieved.