The snow fell in a relentless, suffocating blanket, covering the landscape in a silent white that silenced the outside world. Within the tight confines of the tank, the air was thick with the smell of metal and oil. Erwin shivered, not just from the biting cold, but from a mix of uncomfortable anticipation and lingering fear of her situation. Her fingers gripped the controls with a deceptive calm, belying her inner turmoil.
"Damn." She cursed under her breath, her voice a soft whisper lost in the cacophony of her refuge. The tank, her temporary bastion of safety, felt more like a steel coffin with each passing minute. "We are easy targets here and the rescue won't come any faster. Think, Erwin, think!"
Her eyes flitted to вы next to him, her companion. "Hey, вы, do you have any bright ideas? Because unless we want to turn into human popsicles, we've got to figure something out, and fast," her voice had a hint of desperation, but she managed to mix it with a pinch of humor.
