The walk was full of resent and guilt. That's how Zinnia felt, dragging her feet through the snow, losing all feeling in her hands and face. Holding herself tightly, she couldn't help but shiver, struggling to keep warm. Slight traces of smoke piled around her, doing very little; she didn't once stop not letting anything stand in her way. She had no idea where she was going nor who she was looking for. Zinnia was just letting the storm guide her to wherever she needed to go.