The safehouse can be described in several ways; 'safe' isn't the one that first springs to mind. It's almost derelicit looking, with all but a handful of windows boarded over and a chainlink fence bowed under the weight of snow. The rest of the neighbourhood seems deserted, or at least quiet, and the other houses are in no better shape. Smoke ( Read more... )

Cliff went and got himself a new t-shirt on the way here, which is one of the very few rooms he's bothered to have kept heated for their use. Not much, but it'll make sure a person won't become frostbitten, which is all it needs to do. It doesn't make a difference to him ( Read more... )

Once Grif, Kevin, and Ana arrived in Winnipeg, they'd taken stock, reviewed what passed for a plan and tactics, and Grif looked around and surveyed the immediate area. His armor maps out the area while attempting to get a radio signal out to whatever positioning satellites this world might have. He's not especially sanguine about that, but it's ( Read more... )

Alex's never been much for teams, as a rule, and especially not teams he doesn't trust, so he came to Winnipeg alone ( Read more... )

The Forks usually manages to be bustling on any day, packed full of cars and people, but the advisory against travel and the fact that most methods of transportation aren't working as of the recent cold snap, people just aren't here. A handful of diehards and fools braved the cold (and the something-else, the urge to just settle in and wait things ( Read more... )