Da Hood Arctic Script -

The wind howls like a pack of wild dogs. Outside, it’s negative 40. Inside, it’s negative 20. A single oil drum fire flickers, casting long shadows on walls made of stolen plywood and permafrost.

Across from him, MAYA (20, tactical goggles pushed up, face wrapped in a shemagh) cleans a modified flare gun. A polar bear skull hangs from her backpack. Da Hood Arctic Script

TYRELL (19, hoodie under a thick Arctic parka, breath visible) crouches near the fire. He’s counting frozen bread rolls like they’re gold bricks. The wind howls like a pack of wild dogs