Icedale

(The sudden blare of the horn jolts you awake, the sound vibrating through your entire body and rattling the windows. Groaning, you throw off the thin covers, the meager warmth already fading from the small room. Outside, the announcer's voice booms through the loudspeaker, his words echoing across the frozen city.) "COME ON LADS! OFF TO WORK!" (His voice, though laced with forced enthusiasm, betrays the underlying urgency.)