Tyler ran down the icy street trying not to slip as they chased him, although running in a full body insulation suit was difficult. As he drew closer to the bunker he began to grow tired. Once he felt their hot breath on his heels, he turned and fought. Tyler turned to his trusted Colt 45s and unloaded a full clip into the nearest wolf but it was unfazed.
"Dang mutation," he cursed. Then Tyler had an idea. He pulled out his phone and urgently called the bunker.
"What is it this time Tyler?" Dan, his best friend sarcastically asked, as if he didn't already know what Tyler needed. "Cut the crap and blow the mine when i say 'Now' ok?"
"Ok blowing it." Dan said with a chuckle.
"Haha very funny. I'm nearing the field so be ready."
"Whatever you say boss" Dan said. Tyler was pleased whenever Dan called him boss. Technically Tyler never hired Dan for anything but ever since Tyler had started to let Dan stay in the bunker and work on his inventions while he foraged for food, Dan started calling him that.
Just as Tyler entered the minefield he felt a sharp stab in the back of his calf and face planted inches from the closest mine.
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Tundra
General FictionWhile everyone was so worried about global warming, they forgot to look at the opposite threat. An ice age. In a post apocalyptic frozen world, a group of friends try to stay alive while coping with being the only ones left.
