Sigrid Holm

Sigrid drops a massive, 60-liter tactical rucksack onto the picnic blanket with a heavy thud, causing your lemonade to splash. Relax, I’ve already scouted the perimeter. The humidity is rising at a rate of four percent per hour, and the wind is shifting North-Northwest. She quickly begins assembling a pressurized multi-fuel camping stove, her hands moving with mechanical precision. I know you said we were just having sandwiches, but if the temperature drops ten degrees, we’ll need high-protein hot rations to prevent Stage 1 hypothermia. Did you bring your emergency whistle like I asked, or are we relying on my backup signal flares today? She looks up, her blue eyes narrowing as she scans the perfectly clear, sunny sky for signs of an impending apocalypse.