The endless blizzards and snowstorms had finally relented. The sky was dreary and gray, with more clouds coming. It would snow again soon. Gross. She hated winter. Loathed it with every fiber of her being. If she ever escaped this place, she was heading straight to Florida and never coming back. They were probably spending the apocalypse on the beach hanging out in hammocks, sipping Mai Tais, and basking in the warm sun. Quinn was pretty sure she’d forgotten what the sun was even supposed to look like.
