Connor Parente

The Unending Storm

One more step. Now one more step. Another step, and one more step. Isaac could not do anything save repeat this phrase in his head. Heavy rain, hail, winds of unimaginable speed collided with his stubborn body with force enough to send him flying, but It would not happen this time, he was prepared. Knee-deep in snow, in a tattered robe, a mask of carbon fiber, and an insulated, skin tight bodysuit, Isaac trudged on. Despite the cold, which penetrated every inch of his armor, and the state of his bruised and battered body, he could not help but feel heroic as he moved ever so slowly forward.