Eva St. Reed

Brisk

Damn. At this rate I’ll never make it in time. The hollow ring of the sirens rattled me from my thoughts bringing me swiftly back to my icy reality. So cold…always so so cold. I picked up my backpack, stiff and frozen and began to walk as quickly as my near-frostbitten limbs would allow. With my overly numb fingers I felt around my neck for the only thing of value I owned. The black heart-shaped locket my sister gave me before she left or disappeared depending on who you ask.