Everyone give a big thanks to soup_princess13 because she relentlessly nagged me to update. Any chapters from this point on only exist thanks to her. This isn't going to be great quality because of something bothering me but I hope y'all like it.
Lola woke in a cold sweat, desperately gasping for air. She had another nightmare about Kevin and Carl. She walked outside to see Sally cooking eggs over the campfire.
Tyler was showing Dan how to maintain his newly acquired sniper rifle. Dan had always preferred to kill from afar, because up close he had to rely solely on rage and hate. When he was a distance away, he could rely on skill, not emotion. Georgia was speaking to John, presumably trying to find a wolf to bond with.
"Hey Lola. Are you hungry?" Sally offered a plate of food in her outstretched hand, always taking care of the group.
"Thanks," Lola muttered, reluctantly grabbing the food and wolfing it down.
"Is something wrong Lola? You seem quiet," Dan remarked, Tyler had finished cleaning Dan's gun and had gone to talk to Georgia.
"I'm fine," Lola replied and immediately stood up and walked to her tent. Dan shot Sally a questioning look and was about to follow Lola when he was stopped by the familiar pain of Sally's elbow in his rib.
Just before Dan could protest, they all heard an inhumane roar of pain and saw Prudence collapse, her leg stained red.
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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.
