Memories Under Blanket of Night
The harsh wind blew strong, causing her to grit her teeth and shield her eyes. She gripped the object against her chest like her life depended on it. She needed to move faster if she was going to dodge this brewing sandstorm. She could see the derelict structures just a short distance away, only a few miles now. The Gateway Arch; how it was still standing she didn't know, but she was thankful it continued to provide some kind of bearing. At least the Mississippi would be easy to cross without water.
