Trying to make a story

"It was four in the morning. The occasional cold wind that seeps in through the window crack would send shivers all over my body. It has been nearly seven months without power, and supplies are getting scarce. Though I feel things maybe starting to become much more difficult, at the very least I have found this shelter safe enough for the time being. But sometimes at night I can just vaguely hear the screams of the nighters in the distance."

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