CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR - WHISPERS IN THE WIND

"Good," Captain Donovan continued. "Now, we need to focus on shelter. This plane won't protect us for long in these temperatures." Mara stepped forward, her mind already racing with ideas. "We could use parts of the wreckage to build a makeshift camp," she suggested. "The fuselage could provide some protection from the wind." The Captain nodded approvingly. "Good thinking, Miss...?" "Aniston. Mara Aniston." "Alright, Mara. You're in charge of organizing our shelter efforts. Anyone who's able, start gathering any materials you think might be useful." As the group dispersed to their tasks, Clarissa approached Mara, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. "What can I do to help?" she asked, her voice small. Mara squeezed her arm reassuringly. "Help me gather blankets and any food you can find. We need to take stock of our supplies." The harsh wind whipped across the desolate landscape, carrying with it flurries of snow that stung exposed skin. The wreckage of the plane lay scatter