They had been walking for four days, trudging through snow and fending off everything that hoped to turn them into food. Moon, scarf piled high, limping and holding on to her father's arm as if for dear life was exhausted. The heat he was giving off was the only thing keeping her going at this point.
"There it is." Dustin muttered through the scarf that covered most of his face. Ahead, the compound he had been searching for loomed: Greenhill Academy. It was a private boarding school at the edge of the city, just before one entered Burton city. To get to Crosstown, they had to cross through two more cities.
It was a long journey, and they needed to rest. That is why his eyes had been searching the horizon for the academy.
