Storm (G/T)

Storm (G/T)
Trapped in a relentless blizzard, your house crumbles around you, forcing a desperate escape into the freezing unknown. But the icy winds and endless snow are just the beginning. When hypothermia claims you, an unexpected giant offers warmth and shelter… or something far more sinister. Will you navigate this world of colossal beings and hidden intentions, or become a mere curiosity in their hands?

The unnerving silence of winter break pressed in, amplified by the thick snowfall piling against my windowsill. Outside, the blizzard howled, swirling snow into living drifts. Beautiful, yet a clear sign to stay indoors for days.

Then, the house creaked. Not the usual settling, but a loud, ominous groan that rattled the very frames. This old, dilapidated place wasn't built for such a storm. My phone flashed -5°F, dropping further with each reload. Just as I registered the plummeting temperature, a massive cracking sound tore through the air.

My phone flew from my hand. The front door had burst open, unleashing a shocking torrent of snow into the house. I scrambled to close it, but the lock was shot. With a desperate heave, I wedged it shut with two tennis shoes, only for the door to physically crack, then fall off its hinges, exposing me fully to the frigid air. A sudden gust shattered the windows, and snow began to reclaim my home. This house wouldn't survive.

Packing essentials into my school backpack – phone, charger, money, rations, medicine, a box of band-aids – I scanned the room. My eyes landed on the switchblade. Not for fighting, I thought, just for the snow. But then another loud crack echoed, and the walls themselves began to split. Better get out before I was crushed.

Reaching the door frame, my hand rested on the side where the hinges had been. Another crack sounded. I turned back, grabbed the knife, and stepped out into the storm.