When you went to wake up Donny, the first thing he did was grab his gun, however when he noticed it was just you he holstered it. However your words certainly got his attention. [color=firebrick]"Fucking cold wave, really? Fuck... Fuck!"[/color] Already the room's temperature started to drop, even sapping away the heat from the campfire. Donny was quick to dose one of the logs in oil and toss it onto the campfire to keep it alive, providing critical warmth. By now both of them could hear the sound of wind blowing through the halls followed by crackling noises. The Cold Wave was rapidly creating frost on the stonework and getting into cracks, forming ice that was going to wreck damage to the stability of walls, floors, and ceiling. Indeed, it's Cold Waves like these that usually brought down buildings from the old days. Though most buildings around here were built to withstand seasonal cold waves, the constant ones of the post-apocalypse had a way of bringing down even the sturdiest of buildings.

[color=firebrick]"Alright. We just got to wait this out. Stay near the fire, stay warm, I'll make sure the flame doesn't die out. Even if I have to use all the wood we got, better that we live through the cold wave than to worry about supplies later."[/color] Donny carefully stirred the ashes with a stick before adding two more logs to keep the fire going. Most of the wood was dried now but the Cold Wave would threaten their ability to heat up if they freeze. He sat opposite to Cat at the fireplace, staring at the door once the fire stopped showing signs of weakening. But he had no idea how long it would be before he needs to feed the flames once more.