Challenge
The snow pushes into the cold of my face.
Snowstorm Trouble
We are going to die out here
Not a single building in sight
Nowhere to take cover
We huddle together
To keep arm
The storm is getting stronger
The snow pushes the cold onto to our faces
As we see a truck
A rescue truck
Someone heard us
We walk slowly
And he collapses into the snowbank
Now turned red
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