"It is vibrating."
Caroline stopped crawling through the deep snow. She collapsed onto her stomach.
The roaring blizzard buried her ruined designer clothes in seconds.
"Keep moving," Cynthia screamed over the wind.
Cynthia dragged her battered body past her daughter. She did not stop to help her up.
"My pocket is vibrating," Caroline rasped.
Her dead black toes dragged uselessly behind her. She reached a frostbitten hand into her frozen coat pocket.
She pulled out her smartphone. The screen was glowing brightly in the pitch black night.
A notification chime cut through the howling wind.
Caroline stared at the display in shock. The cellular signal was dead.
A solid white icon sat in the top corner of the screen.
"We have a network connection," Caroline cried out.
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