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The wind whistled across the grain fields at the borders of Nexus Prime. Snow following along with it now, obscuring vision beyond the nearest confines. But there, a while ahead rested a shadow in the white, something which might be a farmhouse.
For sure it was the closest shelter they'd find around here. The decision being made and the distance being slowly chewed up, step by step through the deep snow. The wind whined and shrieked as it blew past them, doing its best to impede their struggle, as if it wanted them out here, out in the open, where it could prey on them easily.
Trudging to the farmhouse seemed to take longer than it should, though perhaps that was just the wind and snow, making each instant seeming a torture lasting for ages. Up close the farm house looked no different from any other farmhouse around these parts.
It could have used a lick of paint, the walls were slightly slanted, as if they were leaning as much inward as they were standing up straight almost, the slanted roof might have once been covered in soil, though now it had snow covering it from one end to another. There was very little by way of windows, and these were merely openings in the walls, though they had been carefully shuttered to keep the wind out.
There appeared to be only one entrance, or one that was kept out of the snow anyway, in front of the others no one had bothered to shovel the snow out of the way and they were pretty much useless with regards to opening. An old, partially rusted snowshovel was resting by the door.
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