Below Zero

It’s been two weeks since Earth was kicked out of orbit.

The world was trapped in a bleak, icy cacoon.

0°F, and we were in The Bahamas.

"We could make our snow cones here," Maddox said, loud enough for me to hear him outside the house, where we camped near the shore.

The wind gusts turned the snow and freezing rain into rocks. I was covered in many layers of clothing and still shivering. Dragging a wagon full of chopped wood in eternal night sucked! Frostbite numbed me and gave me nerve pain at the same time.

“Far north and south are used to this crap!” Castra replied.

“Their temps might be like negative hun--"

“It’s going to get inevitably colder here too, Maddox!”

She was right. Soon, it would be too dangerous to go outside.

I picked up as many stacks of wood as possible, with more still left. I shouted, “Can someone help me over here?!”

“Sure, kiddo,” Castra replied.

Castra and I delivered the firewood next to the metal can housing our fire. Windows were opened to prevent carbon monoxide poisoning. I collapsed on the couch. "First, the freeze. Now, the heat," I murmured.

Jazer burst through the side door, looking like a popsicle. “Despite this snowball Earth, they still left most of us to die," he growled before slamming a paper on the table.