Have you ever had one of those moments where your anxiety had just taken over and you were so stressed and nervous you were either going to lash out or lay down and cry? I was officially at that moment. The 45-minute drive to the City J Navy base took more out of me than fighting four hordes of zombies one after another.
We were officially in blizzard conditions out here which meant that we could see less than a foot in front of us and there was no way we could hear anything to lead us in a proper direction due to the high winds. We were, essentially, fucked. And if we had to stay out there longer, many of us would have died from exposure or gotten lost. I kid you not. You could get lost in a blizzard, feet from your house because you simply could not see where you needed to be.
And just—just as we were about to step into what we had determined to be our safest bet, guns were pointed at our faces.
