@thelasttejada // cont’d.
Raul stared out the window of the old abandoned cabana. He had been reluctant to follow Sheila to the mutant-infested ski lodge because of his experience with the big green humanoids, but getting snowed in and trapped was the last on his list of concerns.
“So boss, about how long do you think until the snow will thaw?” Jacobstown was cold, but even in winter, the updraft of warm air from the Mojave desert would swathe in to disallow the snow to cling on for very long, keeping the area a cold, slushy place.
He wasn’t too worried, he’d give it a day tops.
this trip had certainly been full of surprises. to encounter ( what had raul called it again? ) snow in the middle of a desert was certainly a shock at first, the courier having initially panicked at the sight of white patches across the ground. it had taken a few minutes for the ghoul to convince her the sky was not in fact falling, after which she’d seemed to take it in her stride.
with snow starting to fall steadily, they’d opted to take shelter rather than brave the elements. “ honestly, i have no idea, ” sheila begins, voice almost distant as she focuses on the slowly falling snowflakes. “ keep in mind i didn’t know snow existed until... an hour ago. ”
