Tanner’s heart pounded as he fixed his gaze on the distant structure, a flicker of hope cutting through the cold numbness that had settled over him. Each step was an effort, but the sight of the building propelled him forward.
When he finally reached the structure, Tanner paused, as he took in the sight before him. It was an old weather station, or what remained of one. It was half-buried in snow, walls stained with rust and wear from years of exposure to the elements.