the keeper's cottage · day 364 · morning

The Squall Deepens

The rain intensifies into a driving downpour, and the wind begins to howl through the radio mast. The couple must retreat inside the cottage as the pressure continues to plummet.

Kevin helped Jenny inside the cottage as the air grew heavy and the pressure began to drop. He secured the kitchen window with a two-by-four brace while Jenny sat at the table to inspect her ankle, which remained throbbing and visibly red.

🔧 Kevin23:11

Inside. Now.

grab Jenny's arm and pull her toward the porch door, fighting the wind

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's in freefall. Wind's shifting northwest — Volmet was right. We're past securing things outside.

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🌿 Jenny23:11

I've got the seeds!

Clutch the seed tin to my chest and let Kevin pull me inside.

💭 peek at the thought

God, the wind. It sounds like it's trying to tear the roof off. I can feel the fever humming in my bones.

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🔧 Kevin23:12

Bar it. I'll get the shutters.

shove her through the doorway, spin and slam the porch door shut, drop the two-by-four brace into the iron hooks, then move to the kitchen window to dog the shutters tight

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's thinking. Seeds first — she knows the priority. Door'll hold if I brace it.

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🌿 Jenny23:13

Be careful with the latch!

Sit at the kitchen table, set the tin on the wood, and check my ankle for new red lines.

💭 peek at the thought

The house is shaking. If that door gives, the seeds are lost. My ankle is throbbing with every gust.

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🔧 Kevin23:14

Latch is solid. How's the ankle?

finish dogging the kitchen shutter, move to the bedroom window, secure that one too, then pause at the table to look at her ankle over her shoulder

💭 peek at the thought

Latch holds. She's checking the leg — smart. Infection's the killer now, not the storm.

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🌿 Jenny23:15

It's... throbbing. Still red.

Pull back the sock and trace the edge of the red swelling with a trembling finger.

💭 peek at the thought

It's getting worse. I can feel the heat radiating off the skin. If this reaches my heart, I'm never going to plant those seeds.

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