Breach and Clear

“Goddamn, it’s cold out here.” Ash muttered to herself as she crouch-walked across the snow-covered deck of the Boreal, a yacht that was currently trapped in icy waters. Ash shivered as she walked as quickly, and quietly as she could to the nearest possible entry point; a barricaded window.

“Hope there aren’t any hostiles near my position; I need to find somewhere warm, inside.”

When Ash got to the window, she smashed a hole just large enough for her to fit through. As she leapt in, she heard a loud ripping sound, but chose to ignore it, and started walking further into the ship.

After walking just a few feet away from the window, she stopped.

“Why is it colder in here than it is outside?” She muttered. A cold breeze brushed against her body, and she stiffened up.

“Oh, fuck.” She said, and turned her attention to the recently exposed part of her body.