This isn't over - Primeval Drabble
Abby couldn’t remember the last time she was warm.
It felt as if the cold had seeped into her bones and settled there like ice. Grimly she pulled the furs around herself, long since desensitised to the smell. Next year, if they made it to next year, they’d do a better job of preparing them. But for now, they took any covering they could.
The fire was low again so Connor had gone looking for firewood. That fire and the small cave they’d found was all that kept them alive.
She gazed out at the falling snow, awaiting his return.
It felt as if the cold had seeped into her bones and settled there like ice. Grimly she pulled the furs around herself, long since desensitised to the smell. Next year, if they made it to next year, they’d do a better job of preparing them. But for now, they took any covering they could.
The fire was low again so Connor had gone looking for firewood. That fire and the small cave they’d found was all that kept them alive.
She gazed out at the falling snow, awaiting his return.