"Snow," announced Beau, unhelpfully. He looked around in wonder, like he had never seen the stuff before, but I was young enough to remember the snowstorm at the beginning of the apocalypse.
He lifted his hand to the flakes that were starting to fall around us, and the wind picked up, whipping the snowflakes into a frizzy.
"It's like we are inside a snow globe," murmured Dante. Even my big, bad mafia man seemed to be completely enchanted by the weather.
What the fuck was going on? Where were we? The last time I checked, Region L was nice and warm.
A series of sneezes caught me off guard, and my body started to shiver. The snow was heavy and wet, and the longer I stood in it, the crankier I got. Snapping my fingers, I gave us all winter coats, but it seemed like the damage had been done.
