[ Amy isn't sure why she left the warm comforts of her home (oh, that's right, there wasn't power at her house anymore, and despite calling the repairman enough times that he recognizes her voice, he's still yet to show up at her house.
Men. All of them completely useless. At least, that's Amy's conclusion. )
By this time in the storm, there's hardly much left that open, most of the shops she passes are completely dark inside, bearing a new sign in the window indicating they'll 'be back soon'. Of all the places in town, she assumes the hardware store is still left open. She has no intention of trying to fix the heat in her house, but Amy hopes that they would have something there she could use to produce some heat.
Firewood, some kind of gas powered heater (if she could manage to even get to a gas station.), she'd even go for huddling around a ton of candles at this point.
Unfortunately, her assumptions are incorrect. The hardware store is closed, which means that she's just trudged through the snow for nothing -- an annoying realization that makes her features harden until the crunching of snow under boots stops just short of where she's standing. ]
It's closed. [ She announces, casting the man next to her a side glance. ]
it's a couple of flakes
Men. All of them completely useless. At least, that's Amy's conclusion. )
By this time in the storm, there's hardly much left that open, most of the shops she passes are completely dark inside, bearing a new sign in the window indicating they'll 'be back soon'. Of all the places in town, she assumes the hardware store is still left open. She has no intention of trying to fix the heat in her house, but Amy hopes that they would have something there she could use to produce some heat.
Firewood, some kind of gas powered heater (if she could manage to even get to a gas station.), she'd even go for huddling around a ton of candles at this point.
Unfortunately, her assumptions are incorrect. The hardware store is closed, which means that she's just trudged through the snow for nothing -- an annoying realization that makes her features harden until the crunching of snow under boots stops just short of where she's standing. ]
It's closed. [ She announces, casting the man next to her a side glance. ]