Things get worse

BOOOOOM!

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Suddenly a loud crashing sound shook the apartment.
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“Ah!” Monica shrieked.

“What the fuck?” was my helpful addition.

"Jesus!" Juliet yelled.

The three of us ran to the living room to see what had happened, Monica still just wrapped in a single towel. As we rounded the corner of the hallway, we were all hit by an immense blast of cold air.

“Oh fuck,” Juliet said measly.

The air around us was horrifically frigid, and none of us were prepared. Monica gasped and grabbed the closest warm object-me. I might have felt something from this contact, if it wasn’t for the bewildering sight before me. The winter air combined with the expanding ice had knocked down our front door right off its hinges and the snowstorm was now free to enter the apartment. Snow was starting spread onto our floors.

“Oh no, fuck this.” Monica said and ran back, presumably to her room. Understandably, of course. It would be awful if her damp hair started to freeze.

Juliet looked at me. “Wish I could say fuck this.”

“Honestly." I sighed. "We got to try to seal this though,“ I said.

“Yeah, I know. Fuck, why’d we get such a cheap apartment?”

I couldn’t think of anything witty to reply with, and instead started moving towards the toppled door. Somehow both of its hinges and snapped completely off, and the door-noticeably rotted and weak was splintered and lying flat on the floor.

“God dammit,” I said to no one in particular. And then to Juliet “Here, grab that side.”

“Okay.”

With the two of us on each side, we lifted the heavy door up until it leaned back against its original frame, with the two of us on either side. Not easy of course, the door was so cold from the wind my fingers went numb after a few moments of touching it. But we managed to get it up. Not great but the draft had significantly decreased. Of course it was still in no way stable, so really just one more strong draft would-

“Fuck!” Juliet shouted as another icy gale **** its way in. Juliet got startled by the sudden **** and let go of her side, causing the door to topple back onto the floor, and giving us the full blast of the draft.

Shivering by this point, I just stared at Juliet for a second, clearly upset.

“Sorry,” she gave meekly. I wasn’t actually upset at her, just upset at our shitty apartment, cheap landlord, nature for creating snow, my mother for giving birth to me, anything I could be mad at really.

“One more time, I guess.”

This time went more smoothly, we lifted the door, and Juliet held it up while I pushed the couch to the door. It took some maneuvering, but we managed to lean the door against the frame as best we could. There was still a significant draft coming in, and the air in the living room had pretty much equilibriated with the air outside. But hopefully it would help stave off the worst of tonight.

I sat down on the kitchen table, exhausted and Juliet came and sat next to me. This was going to be a long night. We were both tired, incredibly cold, and soaking wet, but not in the fun way. It was just straight up not a good time.

Juliet nudged me out of my slump. "Let's go check on Monica."

I nodded and followed her back to the hallway.