"Not a chance, Tamara! I'm not f*****g driving to the Frozen Lake Pack. It's a big no! We'll find someplace off radar to stay in." - Sigurd was seething with anger at my suggestion, but the truth be told we don't have much of a choice. Traveling with two small boys, we need to find a shelter for the night as much as we need to gain an intel about what the f**k is going on in the region.
We've been driving for hours through the vast north and all I can see is a ruin. Routes are barely passable, with snow covering them whole and holes in asphalt the size of my head that makes moving a lot harder. They looked as if no one was driving them in a long time. Actually, Sigurd had a problem seeing the lane most of the time, so it was like driving to the wilderness untouched by a man's hand.
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