Sam's Super Spectacular Site

Blizzard Shards of ice flung themselves relentlessly against Jackson’s face, slicing at the unprotected skin. Cold, uncomfortable slush filled his overly bulky boots to the brim; chunks of snow had wriggled their way into his gloves and down the back of his shirt, freezing him to the core. This battle had been raging for over an hour as Jackson attempted to conquer this stretch of the climb. The last 60 minutes had been a blur of white fury, not letting up enough for Jackson to see more than four feet in front of him. Beside him, barely visible through the blizzard, dark shapes of members of his crew trudged onwards towards the same destination as him. This was his only guide; one of his partners was the only one who held possession of a compass, and therefore had to lead the rest of them onwards through the snow. After what seemed like another half an hour of nonstop stomping through a foot of snow, Jackson stopped suddenly. He could hear a low growl in the distance, barely...