It was a crisp morning. The ground stripped with frost like a zebra, frozen only where tall trees cast their shadow on the field they were walking. She continued at a brisk pace, the small dog panting at her heels trying to keep up. The field ended and before her stood a woods still dark under the brush, even with the morning sun peaking through the tops of the trees. There was rustling about of squirrels and various animals that would cause her to turn her head sharply at times, but only for a moment. Then she would continue. Down the hills, through the woods, and over the bridge that covered the twinkling creek. It ran smoothly over large stepping stones that were once functional. From there you could see the house. A modest, one-story log cabin. Smoke crawling out of the chimney and into the sky, it would be nice and toasty inside. All ready, she could see her breath in the air circling above her head, like her own little chimney of smoke melting into the sky.
The cool weather had come early this year and it was much too soon for most peoples liking. Schools were going to close early, people were planning on moving. Something big was coming. Those who were staying were stocking up, creating food and water storage that could last as long as need be. This winter would be a rough one, and Jena was ready. Nothing was going to happen this time.
Once when the stepping stones in the creek were still in use, and Jena was a little girl, there had been a winter like this one. Except this time would be different, she would be prepared and she would win against this icy cold deathtrap of a town.