She stood at the entrance to the warehouse, reaching out to catch a snowflake. It was nearly the size of her palm.
Stella Sterling's pupils shrank. The snow at the start of the apocalypse in her previous life had been just as heavy and had fallen just as quickly.
'Is this just a weather anomaly before the apocalypse, or has it already begun?'
The snowflake on her palm was bone-chillingly cold. Stella considered for a moment, then went back inside the warehouse. She found some winter clothes and pants, pulled on a long down jacket, and finally stepped outside.
She drove to a supermarket. Once inside, she shook the snow from her clothes, her face already flushed red from the cold.
"Why is it so cold?"
She overheard a clerk talking with someone. The people inside the supermarket had no idea what was going on.
