By: Luke Bray

The gust in my face bone chilling numbness. The brilliant light from the inside tundra it scorched my eyes. Only to extend my hand into a labyrinth of obstacles I searched for what I required. There is no turning back, from when I entered the damage was done. I had to proceed. I looked through every corner every drawer. It was not to be found. My eyes focused only to find the milk was right in front of my eyes in the side compartment.