Until the Dead Came

Mr. Gilbert

The early onset of the darkness in early February was never reassuring. The gnashing cold always found a way inside all of the layers worn, and moved quick to place a chill on the bone. No matter the lengths gone, the cold and dark found a way to envelope even the most prepared adventurer.
And so, I sat at my desk, pen whipping the air into a feverish whirlwind, purple ink scrawled across the many quizzes just taken. The computer screen's reflection the only light within the room. I shake my head and mutter,
"What am I doing wrong?"
"Damn kids these days."