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What Little Remains

The storm was proving to be far too much for the streamers. Their movements had slowed down to a crawl with little progress made due to the blinding storm. Communications had been wholly scrambled, and there was little chance of rescue. But nonetheless, the streamers pushed on, some more motivated than others. Florence was the first to collapse to the sheer force of the frozen wasteland. Gale pulled her up, yelling. "We need to keep moving!"

"But we don't even know which way to go?! I can't see shit." She yelled back.

Zinnia glanced over her shoulder, shivering. "It's this way! I know it is."

"Zinnia… Are you sure? We can't keep wandering aimlessly."