Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20171230093314/@comment-24217012-20180102211101

(At the early morning, the wind and snow were coming at them as enemies, wanting to slaughter them down. They lower their heads a bit and still marching. At some point the wind gives up, as snow doesn't. Big pieces of fluffy white rain drops began to fall down. Their shoes were going deep inside, almost over the ankles. It was sometimes also very difficult to walk, but their journey have finally meet the end. They then reach the villaige)