Stuck

``Urgh... I can't move. This is getting stupid.'' Leo lay there on his mattress in the middle of his bedroom, not wanting to move. It has been a week since the snow storm hit, and he was starting to get desperate for food.

Nobody was expecting the snow storm. It was completely abnormal to have such a long-lived snow storm, even though it were the middle of winter. One moment everyone was still having their usual irreverence for the winter as yet a regular season, and the next moment, everyone started to panic about the meteorological report that the snow storm was part of a larger and more ominous weather conditoin.

Of course Leo was caught by surprise. Many of the people who lived in the small apartment were caught by surprise. Most of the tenants were students of the college nearby, and so they had the usual budget of a poor student, barely enough for rent, and just sufficient for a near daily allotment of instant ramen. The larder had, at best, two or three days worth of food, and even then, it was the tasteless stuff that came for cheap.

But it has been a week. A week of near constant pelting of snow. The first floor had been completely snowed in, and worse than that, supplies had run low. They were lucky that the water and gas pipes were still working and had not shattered yet from the cold, but there was no telling if any of them would go away any time soon the longer the weather condition held.

``So hungry... so damn hungry...'' Leo groaned. As a collective, the apartment denizens had pooled whatever food they had and shared it out two or three days ago, but there isn't much when you consider that most of those in the pool were the same poor starving student that Leo was.

Just how long was this snow storm going to last?

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 26-Jan-2014 11:29:52)