Kennedy Jobin

Freezing Fear

Our snow covered village, so white and cold from the cursed winter that plagued the whole world into a freezing hell. I sit outside with my warm mug of hot tea waiting for my dad to come home from his shift at the wall. The huge monument of a wall stands about a mile from our home. No one is allowed to go near except for the watchers, but when I was younger I saw what was outside of the wall.