Moreover, this bout of extreme weather had lasted far too long. The station always made a habit of stockpiling excess supplies and energy, but their reserves were now dwindling at a visible rate.
If this weather persisted for another two weeks, they might truly be left with nothing.
Thus, their only option was to suspend all non-essential activities, conserve every last bit of their supplies and energy, and wait for the blizzard to pass—or for help to arrive.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!!
Inside, the research team huddled together in the dim room. Outside, the howling wind slammed snow against the station's sheet metal walls, producing a terrifying sound. The entire room seemed to tremble, and they wondered if the gales would rip it from its foundations at any moment.
The mood was heavy and oppressive.
"I... I have a feeling... the blizzard is getting stronger. Can the station take it?"
A female researcher asked, her voice trembling slightly.
