Danielle continued to support Alexander, her steps not faltering as they trudged laboriously through the snow.
The snow was ankle-deep, and every step required immense effort.
Alexander's face was ashen, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
The wound on his chest sent jolts of tearing pain through him with every strenuous movement.
He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he held onto Danielle's wrist.
“Don’t worry,” Danielle said, sensing his trembling.
She turned her head, her voice soft but firm.
“They won’t find out that quickly. This place is deserted, and there isn’t even a snowmobile nearby. Even if they realize we're gone, they'll have to cross the same five kilometers on foot, just like us.”
He looked up at her.
In the swirling snow, Danielle’s cheeks were flushed from the cold, but her gaze was resolute.
They walked a little further.
When Danielle sensed no movement behind them, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
She scanned her surroundings and her eyes landed on a nearby depression in the snow, where large blocks of ice formed a natural hiding spot.
“This is it,” Danielle said, helping Alexander over to it.
She gently helped him sit down, then piled snow into the gaps between the ice blocks to block the biting wind.
“Hide here, and don’t make a sound. I’ll be back for you in twenty minutes. Remember, no matter what you hear, don’t come out.”
“Be careful,” Alexander said, looking at her.
“Of course,” Danielle replied. “You know how fast I am with cars.”
With that, she didn’t hesitate.
She turned and sprinted towards the supply depot.
She didn’t dare to pause, a single thought racing through her mind—faster, just a little faster.
If she could just get the car.

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