[ Jim is never going to complain about the cold again. No matter how rough it was when he first got here, whatever's happening right now is so much worse.
It's bad enough that the temperatures drop; but to add to that, there's a dark, thick fog that barely lets him see a thing when he looks out the window. It would be great if he could just hole himself up near a fire, but as it is, he can't do that. First of all, they do kind of need wood to keep a fire going and he needs to get that from somewhere— and secondly, food is also a basic necessity. That and, well, the fact that there could be people in actual need of help and he's of absolutely no use locked up inside the house.
So, whenever it looks like the weather's easing up on them, Jim will take that opportunity to venture outside. His destination will more often than not be the Community Hall, but he may be headed elsewhere in search of supplies. He's not going far either way, but whatever reprieve he thought he'd get from the fog and the blizzards is short-lived, as about halfway to his destination he starts to feel it.
Shortness of breath, dizziness. Each inhale becomes more and more labored, and as his clothes get damp from the fog, it feels as though it actually hurts. It's not long before he's trudging instead of walking, his pace slowed down considerably, and his destination seems farther and farther away, no matter how hard he tries to move forward.
A hand would be great right about now. He'd love not to die out here. ]
— the fog
It's bad enough that the temperatures drop; but to add to that, there's a dark, thick fog that barely lets him see a thing when he looks out the window. It would be great if he could just hole himself up near a fire, but as it is, he can't do that. First of all, they do kind of need wood to keep a fire going and he needs to get that from somewhere— and secondly, food is also a basic necessity. That and, well, the fact that there could be people in actual need of help and he's of absolutely no use locked up inside the house.
So, whenever it looks like the weather's easing up on them, Jim will take that opportunity to venture outside. His destination will more often than not be the Community Hall, but he may be headed elsewhere in search of supplies. He's not going far either way, but whatever reprieve he thought he'd get from the fog and the blizzards is short-lived, as about halfway to his destination he starts to feel it.
Shortness of breath, dizziness. Each inhale becomes more and more labored, and as his clothes get damp from the fog, it feels as though it actually hurts. It's not long before he's trudging instead of walking, his pace slowed down considerably, and his destination seems farther and farther away, no matter how hard he tries to move forward.
A hand would be great right about now. He'd love not to die out here. ]