We slowly go through the thick layers of mist and heavy snow my blond hair slowly flying out and waving wind flowing past us I shiver from the thought of the cold weather that is flowing past me my thoughts starts to think of warm thoughts like a warm beach on the Dhaka islands
Hannah:emily the weather is taking a turn for the worst we have have to go back
Mark:it's already to late to turn back we can barely see the roads and city lights
Emily:keep on moving forward I see something that is tight in front of us
The snow starts to slowly lift a bit the cold weather still feels like a big storm is coming down on us
The buildings with its white structure and with its advanced technology slowly covered with white snow slowly building up I begin to wonder what is gonna happen next of when we will join it
-page 6