Prompt: It is near the end of the world because of a weather-related crisis.


Screams erupted from the arid throats of the victims to the swiftly depreciating temperature. The throng of people, including myself, were sprinting, galloping, and skipping to nowhere. All surfaces were freezing over, covering a couple meters with every blink of my eye. Was I going to be thoroughly consumed by the dark cold, like the ones who had momentarily froze over? The thought of being immobilized, was all the motivation to keep running. But it wasn't the same ordeal for my brother, as he stumbled and tripped with panic. All the while, our hands were joined. Even through death.