Split Conscience

by TheMajorTechie


Chilly

Craig grumbled as he lumbered through the narrow hallway of the apartment. The power was still out, and it was currently cold enough that he could see his breath accumulate as he walked.

Geez, how cold is it in here? Even I can feel the cold.

Ignoring Twilight's mental remark, he continued up the stairs to his room, and opened the door. He was met with the familiar sight of his bedroom--the upper floor of his kind of expensive two-floor apartment.

Condensation had formed on the windows of his room, fogging up the sight of the darkened city. Strangely, however, it wasn't snowing. In fact, it was the middle of summer, and the only sign of storm was the light pitter-patter of rain.

Craig, why's it so cold in here?

Craig shrugged. The entire apartment complex was currently sitting at about twenty degrees Fahrenheit. And it was outdoors, as well. There was absolutely zero explanation as to why the buildings were currently enveloped in a pocket of freezing temperatures.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and came back on. The heating unit immediately kicked in, blasting warm air from the vents and filling the room with soothing heat.

Wait, Craig thought, we don't have any generators, and neither does the landlord.

...Yeah, I should've told you before manipulating the local power grid to siphon electricity from the lightning that struck nearby.