Wednesday, April 10, 2013

100 Words a Day 238

The heavy doors opened and the arctic wind rushed into the subterranean caverns, eagerly seeking to syphon the warmth from the base’s inhabitants. The guards shivered and covered their eyes against the sharp ice crystals that accompanied the wind.

A single man stumbled in, his form dwarfed by the massive cave entrance. As he passed the threshold, three figures clad head to toe in fur, their eyes projected by heavy goggles, rushed forward and caught him as he fell.

They carried the new arrival deeper into the cavern, eventually arriving at a side passage lined with thick mounds of bedding.

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