The outside blizzard's wind ruffles the cloth acting as my window. I groan, slowly get out of bed and limp to the door. "All these people will die!" I peek out and the doctor gets smacked with a rifle. A crowd watches the skinny armed gunmen. One of their heads lay covered in bandages. I limp out my room and towards them, "Hey!"

One of them turn to me with a sunken face, "Back off! I'll fuck you up!" His eye twitches and his nose crinkles, "What you want?" "We need drugs!" Finally, something I can tell them. "I know where there's coke." "Don't listen to my patient!" He turns the gun on me, "Bullshit!" "I don't lie man, there's a warehouse with a smashed open garage door. Trucks and trucks of that shit. Delaney Warehouse-" I wince, "Can't miss it." He looks down, "If you're lying, we'll come back and kill you all!"

They swipe bottles of pills and storm outside as the doctors whispers, "You killed us all." I smirk, "They'll have to steal it from the cats, they might be hyped on the stuff." "Might?!" He smiles to the small group, "It's just sixteen more days." Sixteen? How are they going to land in this blizzard? There's no end to it. "Wait, how long was I asleep?"

"You kept trying to get up, so I put you under for two weeks." The group of no more than ten sit around, "You're all that's left?" The doctor sighs, "They all left for the extraction point already." I smile, "You're the only doctor who stayed behind?"

"Yeah-" The lights go out and he groans, "Shit!" He turns on a flashlight, "Everyone!" He leads us into a room. He grabs a kit and I grab my head, the vibrations are back. I get on the ground and groan, they crowd me and squeaks come from outside. "Are you alright?!"

I take the doctor's hand and I turn around, a large mammal waddles towards us. It squeaks and icy quills raise on it's back. They shout and I slap the door closed. "Was that a giant icy porcupine?!" It scratches at the door. It backs up as they help the patient. I put my ear up to the door, it clacks towards the door.

I back away, icicles stab through and the doorknob falls off. The porcupine raises it's head to me and squeaks. It's icy quills raise and a man shoots it in it's head. It goes limp, "I killed it!" My heart

sinks again, it's body pulses. The shooter tilts his head, "Wait, why's it moving like that?" I crawl away from it and it pulses a final time. I put my hand out, "Watch out!" It impoldes in on itself and the icy quills explode outward.