Natalie lifted the edge of a few tent flaps and soon spotted the pockmarked man. He hadn't woken up since she'd knocked him out. Maybe he'd frozen instead. His eyes were closed tight, and frost clung to his lashes like sugar on glass. Natalie smirked. For such an ugly guy, he sure had pretty long lashes. She drew her triangular bayonet and slammed it into his chest without hesitation. A sharp grunt broke from his throat. His eyes shot open, and his pupils locked onto her cold, striking face. "Bye, loser," she said with a crooked grin. "You … you—" His words cut off. His eyes rolled back, his head tilted, and he went still. Natalie stared at the blade, slick with blood, and wiped it clean on his filthy shirt. Before she could stand straight, two men wrapped in thick coats burst out of another tent, running toward her. "What the hell are you doing?!" one yelled. Natalie clicked her tongue. They should've stayed in their tents. Now they'd die for being nosy. As the two reached them, she and Cassian each took one. It was over before either man could scream. Natalie slid the bayonet back into her storage space. She took out a thermometer, squinted at it, and frowned. The temperature had dropped close to four degrees below zero. Cassian blinked. "It fell another thirty-six degrees already?" Even with his climate suit and thick coat, he hadn't noticed the change.Natalie nodded, her voice low and calm. "It's worse than I remember. It's been less than an hour, and it's dropped about seventy degrees." She scanned the silent camp. None of the tents stirred, even after all the noise they'd made. Unzipping a few, she peeked inside. Bodies lay still, their faces pale, their breathing faint but steady. A seventy-degree plunge in temperature had hit hard. At minus four, even a heavy jacket couldn't stop the cold from biting through. Yet they all wore thin clothes and didn't move an inch. They were alive, but their minds were gone with the frost. Natalie stood up and said flatly, "They're not coming back." Even if she could save a few, she wasn't about to waste her time trying. Then the first flakes started to fall from the sky. Cassian looked up. "We need to move now." Natalie nodded once. "Go!" They had to reach Greendale before the storm swallowed everything. Once the whiteout began, they wouldn't even see the ground. During blizzards like this, planes and cars were useless. Only after the storm passed could they travel again. They hurried out of the camp. Behind them, the white tiger padded silently after. Lucky turned and barked hard, baring her teeth to warn the beast to keep its distance. Outside the camp, Natalie summoned the armored vehicle. The two climbed in with their three animals and sped toward the helicopter site. The white tiger stopped at the edge of the field, watching as their vehicle vanished into the swirling snow. When they reached the helicopter, Natalie stowed the armored car and said, "The snow's still light. If we fly, we'll reach Greendale in two minutes." Cassian nodded quickly. "Let's go." The helicopter rose fast, but the storm rose faster. By the time they reached Greendale's sky, the soft snow had turned into a blinding sheet of white. The night air thickened, and the headlights barely cut through the storm. Wind howled against the glass, rattling the frame. Cassian spotted a clear patch below and brought them down fast. They landed inside a fenced yard beside a three-story building. The cracked sign outside still faintly showed the word "Inn." Natalie put the helicopter away and shouted over the roaring wind, "We'll stay here!" She ran to the door and pushed, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked solid. Earlier, the cold hadn't felt so sharp, so neither of them had bothered with scarves or face covers. Cassian saw her nose glowing red from the chill. His expression tightened, and he swung a kick that sent the door flying open. The moment they stepped inside, voices cried out from within. "Who's there?!" Snow and wind rushed in after them, sweeping across the floor in a wild swirl. Cassian spun and shoved the door shut again while Natalie pulled out a flashlight and scanned the dark room. The door they entered faced a larger one that seemed to lead to the front. To the left, a narrow staircase wound upward.At the top of the stairs, two thin young women trembled where they stood. Each clutched a machete, fear and resolve mixed on their faces. "How did you get in through the back? How'd you even climb the wall?!" They had reason to be startled. The wall outside was high, almost impossible to cross without help.