"A week?" That didn't make sense. Chyler closed her eyes a moment, stopping so she wouldn't walk over the edge of the cliff. "When I... passed out, it wasn't snowing."

Passed out was easier to say than died. She opened her eyes and started walking again, keeping a careful note of where the edge was and not getting too close. Chyler glanced down at the injury, that same confusion crossing her face again. "It's... all of the above, I think. The things they were shooting at us--they weren't ordinary weapons. Nothing I'd seen before."