Her body was sluggish, every movement a Herculean effort against the ice that seemed to encase her. She crawled forward, fingers dragging across the frozen surface until they found the edge of a metal shelf. Pulling herself upright, Emily gritted her teeth against the cold, the sharp pain of frostbite creeping into her limbs.

From her elevated position, she could see the small grate at the top of the far wall. It was a slim chance, but it was a chance. She began to pull at the shelves, using them as a makeshift ladder. Her muscles screamed in protest, each rung a battle against the debilitating cold. As she climbed, her mind honed in on a single thought: she would survive this for her child.