The wind crashed, pushing us back across the dry ground. The rain started to come down as well, pounding us. It was definitely winter. We kept running, well it was more like stumbling. Thomas was only a few steps behind me, his hand gripped onto his sister's arm pulling her with him. I should have been faster than him, I was 4 years older. I pulled my coat around my shoulders and kept running. The rain and wind kept coming in powerful ice sheets. I stopped and took Lucy's backpack, pulling it on my shoulder, nearly falling backwards. I'd heard stories about people trying to climb mountains and getting caught in storms, before the blackout. I now have a good idea of what it was like. The city was less than a mile away. We passed the solar panels and windmills used to make electricity. The windmills turned so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised if they' d fallen on us. I stumbled and saw potholes filling up with water. "Come on! Hurry!" I shouted, not sure if they'd heard me. I turned and saw the city, a hundred meters. The rain turned to hail. I turned to check on Thomas and Lucy. Lucy had fallen, great. I ran over to them, the wind threatening to push me over. I looked down and saw she' d fallen in a pothole. Her clothes were soaked and her ankle was swollen. We didn't have time. "Go!" I shouted to Thomas and pointed to the city. He looked reluctant to go. I pulled Lucy into a lift and gave him her backpack. We ran. The city gates loomed over everything, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something that big. Thomas's eyes were wide, he was a child of the blackout, he knew nothing but refugee camps and cans of beans. There was an iron door beside the gate, with a small light above it. I carefully put Lucy down. The cold was unbearable now. Lucy was shaking and pale on the floor. I knocked on the door. Then harder. Nobody answered. I began shaking and hit the door with my fist again and again, harder. I pushed it, using my full body weight. The door didn't budge, of course it didn't. The light above it flickered. We pushed the door again, hammering it. My hands and arms ached, the cold blistering my back. I put my back against the wall and shivered, pulling my coat around my shoulders. Thomas was already curled up, shaking. That was it. After months of travelling. We were going to die on the city's doorstep.