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These Cataclysmic Storms | CSR Challenge 10 Part 1

It was… Cold. Gizli could feel it before he opened his eyes. The way it seeped down in his bones, it almost made him feel at home. Except for the whistling of the wind. The way snow fell against his face, burning him ever so slightly, like touching a candle but wiping your hand back before it can fully burn you. Gizli shot up as soon as the red light pierced his vision. At first, he had thought that the ship was on fire, but as he turned to see the black snow surrounding him… Horror seeped through his bones. Hands shaking, he looked around. The way he felt it. Like it was happening again. Instead of fire, there was snow. He wasn’t at a farmhouse this time, now he was in an endless void with hints of color. He wasn’t listening to the screams of people dying as they were burned to death, all he heard was the whistling of the canyons, calling out and singing his demise. A whisper of doubt. There wasn’t anyone here this time. “MAGGIE? MAGGIE- CRAP- WHERE ARE YOU?? NAVAL? JOEY? AVERY?”