Just Starting.

Liam

The night enveloped us in its frigid embrace, the wind howling violently through the cold night. Every gust seemed to carry the biting cold that seeped through our clothing and caused our breaths to form icy clouds that dissipated into the darkness.

The sky above offered no solace; it was starless, a dark void that mocked the fervent feeling of fear inside Luke and I at the moment. A thick shroud of clouds obscured the heavens, concealing the distant stars that might have offered a glimmer of warmth or guidance.

In the dim moonlight, the bagged up body of Timothy Thornberry lay before us. The night seemed to have drained all color from the world, leaving everything in shades of gray and silver, and the absence of stars made the darkness all-encompassing.