The Blizzard, Part-1

A cold night it was. I was was crouched down at the corner of a dim-lit alley, cuddled to my brother,  trembling from the cold, barely clinging to life. I had draped around us a battered blanket- the kind one would throw away. The cold was a killer. Frostbites lined the tips of my fingers and my face was absolutely numb. The only thing that assured me that we were still alive was his inconsistent jolts and shivers. As we hopelessly quivered in our places, unforgiving snowflakes fell toward us. Under other circumstances, snowflakes would be more than welcome, however now, my life was precariously hanging from the fall to a cold death, and the snow blades only gashed my pale cheeks. I summoned all my strength to turn my head toward a gurgling sound. My eyes drift up only to see a swirling storm of screaming silver, thundering toward my end of the alley...