I'm in the elevator now. Huge exposure. Just bars and grills. I think its a construction site. Very dark. The elevator is moving up; its been moving up for what seems like hours. There's girders and crossbars everywhere. All steel. Its cold up here. The elevator is making a metallic drone, screeching and spilling roaring metal all around me. The elevator stops. I can hear nothing. The silence is deafening. I am very high up, at the very top. There is a chilled wind howling through the place. The howling wind, yes, howling and moaning as it streams through the openings of the tower. The sky is purple, slightly aglow with failing light. I walk to one end and look over the edge. Lights very far below. Base lights. The light washes out into a sort of circle around the base of the tower, and after the edge of the circle is complete darkness. But now the tower is lurching. The metal is bending and moaning under the strain. My perch is tipping, and now I am falling. I am falling slowly and quietly, and I crash into the ocean.
Unconscious now. Outside of an outpost. An outpost in the snow. Night has fallen. The snow is falling as well, trying to catch up with the night. The wolves are coming. I can hear them close now. I am running for the entrance; I am running to the floodlights of the outer wall. They're very close. They are almost upon the wall. I am closing the front gate. There are sets of locks that I am locking with a key. Its almost closed. We are almost safe. The wolves are going to get in.
