Post by Samson Abioye on Dec 8, 2016 18:49:01 GMT
Sam grunted as he looked over the parking lot. As was to be expected for Montana, snow had fallen more or less overnight, burying several cars in snow and leaving several parking spots literally filled to the brim with snow. they'd already sent out some machines and/or people with powers to get some of the wide areas, but now it was down to a few volunteers with shovels to head out and finish the rest.
Enter Sam.
He adjusted his grip on his shovel and headed out, moving toward a particularly snowed in SUV. The snow had piled up high enough that even getting into the high door would have been difficult without serious help. Sam reached out and tapped the snow with his shovel, watching as some of it fell down. He grunted again, before moving to begin helping. He soon heard someone coughing and looked up, seeing another person approaching.
"You want to help?" he asked, looking around. It was either that or he'd just hit someone's car. He didn't know, and he honestly wasn't sure how much he cared. He was out here to help and was doing what he'd been told, after all.
