Snow. Some love it, some hate it, but none know where does it truly come from. Scientifically snow comes when 2 opposite air fronts, hot and cold, meet. But that isn't quite true.
The 3rd day brought in a lot of changes. One of them has been my new training program. And it was hard. Waking up at 5 am, running 10 miles, breakfast and then more running.
The next day wasn't any better. In fact, the matters got a lot worse. We had a Shadow two kilometers away from our town. The town was full of refugees, who thought that it was safe to be here.
The day that shit hit the fan had that apocalyptic feeling to it. Cloudy, dark skies, everyone in their homes, trying to stay warm. Everyone besides my brother and me.
I'm still not sure what happened when everyone left. Only thing that I can remember is that there was some rioting, something about animal rights. I didn't pay much attention to it.
"Sir, our troops are in position"- a young man walked into Alpha's tent. He was, as every member of his kin, tall and with a lot of muscles.
We walked around, exploring the cemetery. Mary wasn't heavy, but after a while I got tired and sat down.
Refuges were well stocked. Every member had a gun and a melee weapon. I felt safe with them, who wouldn't with so much soldiers and weapons.
I ran. I had to obey his last wish. He was like a father to me, took me in when I was lost and defenseless and now I'm running from a fight. But, there was somebody else who I needed to take care of.
Note: My grammar sucks. I'm not from an English speaking country so I don't know most of the things, I'm only taught the basics.