My body suddenly sagged under the weight of the things that had suddenly appeared on it.
'I don't have time to check things yet. I need shelter.'
Letting out a misty breath, I looked around.
A desolate cityscape sprawled downward from my vantage point. Only skeletal wreckage remained of its previous skyscrapers, with most of its other buildings in states of half or complete entombment under the relentless snowfall.
It was a burial ground, in every sense of the words.
From what I could see, I was on a hill somewhere on the outskirts of the city. The highest buildings around were ruined, half-buried apartment complexes.
I wrapped a scarf around my neck tighter, trying to protect my face from the sharp winds that were sapping away its warmth. The current snowfall wasn't too heavy, but its winds were particularly bitter.
Squinting to see through the whitish haze it cast, I found two other figures decked in heavy coats on the same hill.
