Jennafil, Jennafil, 1964:

*Sudden storms coming in from the east-*

*Jennafil will recieve a projected 12 feet of snow!*

*Projected winds of 70 miles per hour!*

*We do not know how cold it will get*

*We have never seen anything like this.*

*Stay indoors and may god be with us all.*

"You believe this shit? Everyone says snow storm!" I load my gun, "Climate change?" Ivanov scoffs, "There is no snow on Jennafil, it's just old american headlines!" I scratch my head as our guys move the boxes into trucks, "Yeah. I hope it is." Ivanov pats my shoulder, "Come, lets move the merchandise." I cock the gun and follow him into a truck. The warehouse doors open and we drive out, truck after truck.

People in the ghetto board up their homes in a frenzy. "So what'll we do if this goes bad?" Ivanov smiles, "It won't, you dumb puppy-polak." I smile back, "At least I ain't no commie bastard." We laugh and the trucks in front pull into a giant warehouse.

We pull in and I open my door. Ivanov grabs my arm and I to him, "Keep your cool, ah?" We shake arms and he lets me get out. The skylights above shower me with the sun's hot rays.

"Ivanov!" A Russian laughs, "You have something for the Bratva?" Ivanov runs up to him and bumps his fist, "Yes, it's all here" "You hear about storm? Coming fast?" "Nah, it's bullshit." "No way it is bullshit, friend. I can feel it in my bones. It's coming."

The skylights grow dim, Clouds? Why are they so dark? A man runs inside, "Hey! Is snowing!" The bratva's boss turns around, "Already!?" "Yes sir! Take a look!" The wind suddenly picks up. I mumble, "What the hell?" They weren't lying? Ivanov, what's the plan now? "Ivanov, care to stay?"

"What we owe you?" "Nothing, a gift to partners." The bratva start unloading the trucks and out come the white bags, the bratva's boss hands Ivanov two cases.

After they part ways, Ivanov walks over to me, "There's no way!" I look up and snow covers the skylights. Only light bulbs keep this warehouse lit, "I hoped it was bullshit." "Always the realist." I shake my head, "It doesn't make sense, it's summer!"

The wind howls and a brat's radio comes on, He tunes through the channels, *Get inside! Stay warm and go- h-lp us!- One-enty mile winds!* An explosion comes from outside, the radio cuts off and the whole warehouse goes pitch black.

"Ah shit! The power's out?" Flashlights come on, "Did a post fall?!" Ivanov turns on his flashlight, "You alright?" It hit us so fast. How? It wasn't expected till days later, "Yeah." Something cracks, sounded like glass?

The glass windows shatter, the deadly cold wind and snow blast in, "What the fuck is this shit?!" A loud noise comes from outside, it's vibrations overwhelm me. I cover my ears and get on the ground.

A door bursts open, "What the fuck is that thing?" Bright flashes and loud booms overwhelm me. Bullet casings ping onto the concrete floor. A monster on four legs, sabers for teeth. Blood spatters and the creature falls on top me. It's heavy and warm, better than my summer attire. I close my eyes as the flashes become less frequent.