"The optical sensors are failing."
The bunker artificial intelligence projected the warning across the warm command center. Malcolm sat in his chair and watched the digital monitors.
The Class Five super blizzard finally slammed into the city of Brighthaven. The storm swallowed the entire region in pitch black darkness.
Ambient temperatures plummeted past negative one hundred degrees. The wind chill shattered the external thermometer housings in the plaza.
Thick layers of jagged ice crystallized rapidly over Malcolm's external security cameras. The high definition lenses frosted over in seconds.
The clear visual feeds of the camp flickered and died. The screens dissolved into aggressive white static.
Malcolm lost his eyes. He was locked inside a blind steel box.
He did not panic. He
