~many years after the fallout, the climate plunged, leaving our village with two choices. Now we don't talk about the others who chose to leave. Now we stick together in this unforgiving forest because my father was a strong but stubborn man. Now, I can't remember a time when I didn't live in the kill frost zone.
Uncertainty, is what fire provokes unwillingly, we have a society in where you must follow rules, or else punished. But it is just normal to ask yourself about the people being punished? How come they prefer to die, than live of what society wants you to believe in.