You quickly run outside and get inside your car, shivering as ou turn it on and wipe the snow from your shoulders. "I-I'm really n-not d-dressed for t-this k-kind of weather..." You moan as you turn the key in the ignition and pull away from the gas station as another couple of inches cover the ground. You immediately head towards town, but in less than a minute your car slows to a stop as the snow piles around it. Pretty soon you'll be trapped here if you don't leave right now. With a deep breath you shove open the door and jump out onto the freezing white tundra that had been your home town mere minutes before. The icy cold stings your bare exposed skin and blows through your clothing, chilling you to the bone. Up ahead you can make out a few buildings in the pale haze of snowflakes. Best get moving before you freeze to death...
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