Rosalia — POV
"Boss, hand out the portions."
"Henry, you too—go ahead."
"Ugh, how frustrating. The weather was calm just moments ago, and then the snow started falling violently. I even imagined the bulletproof glass of the car cracking from the sheer cold that hit us."
"No, idiot. The glass actually did crack. Honestly, with zombies and monsters everywhere, I've stopped being surprised by terrifying, unstable weather."
"When do you think the snow and rain will stop? Are we going to be stuck here for long?"
"You should be grateful we managed to find such a large, sturdy house to take shelter in. Otherwise, we would've died on the road today from the drop in temperature."
"Hey, by the way—Joe, Sebastian—can't you control the snow since it's made of water?"
Everyone was sitting around, heating their food and shivering from the cold while arguing noisily.
The atmosphere was lively, full of movement and cheer.
Robin smacked Frederick on the head and stole his hot meal.
