But Roxanna didn't answer right away. She was staring at the snow, her mind trembling with memories she thought she had already left behind.
[B-How could this world copy the place where I used to live?] she wondered, her chest feeling tight. [Those cars buried under the snow… I can still see them so clearly in my mind.]
When her ex-husband threw her out of the shelter, the cold wind hit her face without mercy. In front of her, so many cars were half-buried in thick piles of snow, like abandoned toys left behind by the world.
The houses around the shelter were in terrible condition. Many had been looted. Some were so covered in snow that only their rooftops could be seen.
She had only looked at that scene for a short moment before everything ended for her, but some memories don't need much time to last forever. The last things a person sees before death are not easy to forget.
Then her eyes slowly moved toward the house with blue paint that had almost completely peeled off.
