ReMade by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, young adult
ISBN: 9781682101285
Publisher: Serial Box
Published: 2017-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

ReMade

Season 1, Episode 9

Whiteout

Andrea Phillips

Jing-Wei would know what to do. But she was dead.

Well, May thought, probably she’d be dead soon, too. That would solve basically all of her problems in one elegant step.

She wasn’t sure what it was doing outside, exactly. Snow? Hail? Chunks of frozen water were falling from the sky in various sizes and textures. It was like the heavens couldn’t make up their minds and were trying a sampler platter of everything imaginable.

May shivered alone under her paltry glass shelter. The red jumpsuits the caretakers had given them had been all too warm in the tropics, but they hadn’t been designed for anything like this blizzard. Gusts cut through the fabric, tearing away any warmth she’d generated and leaving her covered in gooseflesh. May was so cold that straightening her arms was painful; the tendons were frozen tight. Her ears were burning, and even tucked into her sleeves, her stiff hands ached.

Electricity arced from one cloud to another. Thunder boomed overhead.

May felt very, very small. And very, very alone. The others weren’t so far away, really. Maybe a mile at most. But they might as well have been on the moon, or back in her parents’ dining room enjoying some board games and her dad’s signature dumplings.

The thought reminded her, again, that she was hungry. Her new normal. There had at least been plenty of food on the train. Against her better judgment May had given in to sheer animal desire and eaten enough that she’d felt sick. At first she thought it was her old, dear friend anaphylaxis, but then she’d realized it was simple gluttony.

The train felt like a long time ago, though, and a now-familiar hunger was settling into her bones again.

She wondered if the other survivors had been caught out in this weather, too. Or if they had found something in the way of shelter from this storm; maybe gone back to huddle in the wreck of the train. Maybe they’d all die of hypothermia, every last one of them.

That would be a cosmic joke, and not a funny one: dead or almost dead, then brought here for unknown reasons to suffer just a little longer and then die all over again. Pointless cruelty. She wondered, for the millionth time, why this had happened to her, specifically. She’d searched and searched for a common thread, but they’d all lived in different places, liked different things. They had different genes, different philosophies, different skills.

The only thing they had in common was dying at the right time. Or, come to think of it, at exactly the wrong time. Sometimes May thought they still had a chance of going home again. Whatever had happened to bring them here—surely it could be reversed. But right now she thought they’d all have been better off staying dead.

At any rate, here she was, crouched under a glass table—one in a vast plantation of identical glass tables—while the snow piled up faster than she would’ve thought possible. It couldn’t have been snowing for more than fifteen minutes.

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