[Al rarely listens when his tablet warns him to find shelter these days, not since he learned that the doors really do lock themselves at sundown and anyone left outside is mercilessly left to perish in the snow. He can't allow that to happen, not if he has a scant chance of preventing even one death, so he spends more nights than not outside when the lockdown occurs.
The cold holds no fear for him. It's a bittersweet blessing, one that always brings with it a stab of loss and longing. He doesn't want to suffer frostbite or hypothermia, but he just wants... once, briefly... to feel the sting of the wind at his cheeks and the falling snow on his skin.
The sound of someone's voice drifting through the darkness pulls him from any further maudlin thoughts, and he immediately turns in that direction. Hopefully the sight of a huge, spiked suit of armour won't be too frightening in the middle of a dark blizzard.]
Is someone there? Call out to me, I'll come and help you!
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The cold holds no fear for him. It's a bittersweet blessing, one that always brings with it a stab of loss and longing. He doesn't want to suffer frostbite or hypothermia, but he just wants... once, briefly... to feel the sting of the wind at his cheeks and the falling snow on his skin.
The sound of someone's voice drifting through the darkness pulls him from any further maudlin thoughts, and he immediately turns in that direction. Hopefully the sight of a huge, spiked suit of armour won't be too frightening in the middle of a dark blizzard.]
Is someone there? Call out to me, I'll come and help you!