❄ Camille ❄
The front doors didn’t swing open as I had expected. Instead, they groaned, and the sound was a bit intense. It shifted a few inches, and a wall of white light and icy air rushed in. I could hear the sound of people talking and barking out orders.
“Another shove!” a man called from outside. Sebastian and I stood back as we blinked against the bright light of day. Snow was packed up to the middle of the glass, and the crew had carved a narrow trench to the entrance. Their shoulders and hats were dusted white, and their faces looked raw from the wind. One of them spotted us and lifted his chin.
“You two are the only ones stuck inside?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered as relief overwhelmed me. “Since the blackout,” he shook his head in disbelief, but shot us a smile anyway.
“Come
