I uncover my face, everyone lies with icicles inside them. I shout, "Hey!" The doctor coughs, he hangs on the wall by the large icicle inside him. I groan and stand, "Where was the evac?" He wheezes, "The desk." He wheezes more, "What desk? C'mon man! Tell me!"

The ice cracks, he falls and his blood pours out like crazy. I grab his wound and push, but the blood does not stop coming out. "Come on! You'll be-" He goes limp and I cry, Is this real? Fake? Summer, now seemingly endless winter!? I pinch myself and I'm still here. The vibrations brush over me again and I grab my head.

They all whisper to me. They stay limp, but their voices shout for their loved ones. The doctor shouts without moving his lips, "Desk. Desk!" I shake my head and they stop. I grab the man's revolver and the doctor's keys. With five shots left, I limp to the desk and look through everything I can. I grab at my hair, "Where do I go?"

A yellow light turns on and I duck. The light dances to the wind. I peek over, it's a candle. I walk over and the wax trickles down to a drawer. I try opening it and it doesn't budge. I use the key set and unlock it. I roll out a paper and it reads,

'Jennafil's Evacuation plan is as such: Everyone must be at Jennafil Station Six when the train gets there. We must not wait. It will arrive at 9 AM, day 15'

I look at a clock. I only have a couple hours?! Station six is miles in this weather. I'll need a car, a truck. The candle blows out and the vibrations sting at them beckoning, "Hide. Hide!" I grab my forehead

as trucks stop outside. Several doors slam closed, "You motherfuckers are dead meat!" I get low and people run up to my floor. "Can't believe he sent us to a tiger's den!" "Shut up and watch it!" "It was only a few blocks away from here!"

Their flashlights shine over the counter and a candle lights up, "What the fuck!?" The man's flashlight goes away from me. "Who lit that?" I sneak to the stairs, "Who's there?!" A candle lights up, then a little girl's voice shouts, something skitters across the floor, "Mom? Where are you?!" "Hey! Over there!" I sneak to the staircase and a man with a shotgun stands in front of my exit. I take the gun out and it wobbles in my hand. I shoot at him and miss.

He jumps, "Fuck! Guys!" then raises his gun as I shoot at him, the gun goes off as he falls. I walk down and pick his gun up as pellets bounce from behind. I pump a shell in as a man walks inside, my wrist aches to the gun going off, the recoil forces me to the floor, I yelp at the pain. I get up and limp run to a plow truck and put it into reverse. The rest come outside and start shooting. I switch gears, slam on the gas and drive off. The glass behind me breaks and the windshield makes a loud ping.