The next morning they awoke to the rumble of thunder. The sea was choppy, and gray. The sky was a dark gray, the rain clouds were pitched black. The rain looked like dark arrows. The water puddles froze under the insulation of the snow, creating a very slippery island. The whole of it was depressing. “Let’s just stay inside the cave today. We have enough food.” said Dexx. “In Russia it is like this every day.” said Reznov. “I wouldn’t get used to living like that, ever.” Annou...