Sheer White Ice by Rose

I was travelling through the ice with a companion. Her name was of something from a different language, but I was allowed to call her Mo.

This ice covered land was vast and dangerous. The sheer white ice everywhere was blinding, nearly the almost colour I could remember except for the occasional bursts of red from seal blood. Mo and I had been travelling for ages until she started coughing.

She coughed uncontrollably and soon I started to cough too. I looked up and tried to figure out what was the cause, and all I saw was smoke. So much smoke. It was hard to breathe in but Mo looked like she has not experienced it at all.

We had tried to find shelter until we saw a large building, with huge puffs of smoke coming from the top, after wandering around a bit more we found shelter from an abandoned factory.