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He phased through the door and shook his head, lettingout a visible shudder as the snow fell off him. It was infinitly warmer insidehere, but still not what he use to expect from the room he was now in. With a grunt he pulled on the stringhe was holding and a small sled phased through the door behind him, a sled filled beyond its capacity of holding with supplies.

"How was the search today?" A feminine voice asked, the blonde cheerleader came into his view from the right corner. She moved towards him and looked at the pile of stuff as he shed away the outer layer of cloths, but still looking like he was in for some cold weather. He had at least two flannel shirts on over a white undershirt and a pair of cordroys with a pair of long underwear underneath them. All this topped off with a pair of army black boots, thick gloves and a hat that he rarely removed because of the conditions.

"No survivors, but I managed to uncover and break into an abandoned Walgreens, Most of the stuff is still useable after a bit of defrosting, I took what I could carry." Peter commented, hanging up his outside gear on the coat hanger near the fire for warming. He then came back and helped Claire pull the sled of supplies over to the open fire that was in the far corner. The fire they manufactured after realizing the one in the fireplace was not going to cut it anymore in this blizzard.

"How is everyone?" He asked, eyeing the bundled up cheerleader. She wore at least three layers, making her slightly resemble one of those over size plushie toys. Peter had found out the day before that he could quite literally poke Claire and she wouldn't even have felt it under that ammount of clothing.

But layers were good, Layers kept with the freezing weather that accompanied this storm. Inside it hovered around -15 farheineit perminenantly, out side it was more like -45. That kind of weather only increased with the roaring winds, making it feel more like -75, enough to kill a person within minutes. Peter was the only one that were able to set foot outside. He could last a few hours, enough time to go out get supplies and return. At least from this first trial he noticed.

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They had taken refuge in the Petrelli's Mansion, the basement to be more precise. The room was large enough to house all the survivors they had managed to find, and keep some fires going. After the first day of the storm the house was buried under ten feet of snow, and the temperature dropped almost a hundred degrees within the day.

The ones in the house at the time the storm hit, managed to get into the basement and lock themselves in from the large wave of cold ocean water. It took Peter all his telekenetic and body strength to keep the door firm, of course Nathan helped as well. Heidi, Monty, Simon, and Claire all watched the two in horror, thinking this might be their last moments of life. After the water had settled down from the crashing torrents the door was able to hold up on its own, but the temperature dropped dramatically. The two brothers immediatly set to work on disarming every chair in the room and starting a fire in the fireplace.

Peter had always knew the government wasn't much use during emergencies, Katrina was always one to pop to mind. But this crisis had the whole world in its grasps it seemed, and everyone was caught off guard. By the time they heard the news to try and go south, it was already too late for them and everyone north of Washington DC. They had to wait it out, and hope to god it didn't last as long as the weather hd been predictiong, 6-8 weeks.

Peter had flown up and phased through the ceiling of the basement to gather cloths for the group, taking a total of six trips with just clothing. After that the six had put on at least two layers a piece plus a winter coat, Peter took Claire and ventured out into the blizzard conditions. The eye of the stormed seemed to have approaching them, they could see the clearing from when they exited the mansion, and hastily set out in search for survivors.

They first went to Mohinder's place, finding Matt, Molly and Mohinder huddled in the corner covered in four blankets, shivering. With them, Peter and Claire helped them back into the mansion. And one at a time, Peter phased each one down into the basement. By the time he got the last one down the eye was over them, and everything froze over. They figured this when the door they locked crystalized and spread down on the floor a little ways.

Peter wanted to venture out again and look for supplies, but everyone seemed to disagree with him and almost rather forcefully kept him from going for awhile. It wasn't until two days later and people were getting dangerously hungry and thirsty that Peter was able to venture out into what he described as a tundra, that was once New York City.

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"Everyone's asleep. I think Heidi and Monty are sick though, not like the rest of us though, but really sick." Clair commented quietly glancing over to her step mother who had her arms protectively around Monty. The two were on the couch, curled up near the fire. Nathan had his other son, Simon, curled in his arms in the corner nearest the fire place. Matt, Molly, and Mohinder were all clammered together as they had been when Peter and Claire found them in the apartment, covered underneath a thin quilt in the corner nearest them and the second fire that was built.

"Most of the supplies I got is food that just needs defrosting, I also managed to get several blankets, enough for all of us to have two, and nyquil to help with sleeping." Peter ran through a ragged list of his supplies. "It should be enough to last us a couple of days, then I'll go out again." He sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

After a moment of ackward silence Peter tugged at the mass pile on the sled and unraveled four blankets, two in each hand. He moved over to Heidi and Monty and laid two over them, half tucking them in and smiling weakly at their peaceful sleep. He then moved over to Nathan and Simon, and began to cover them as well.

"Peter?" Nathan's voice sounded tired and wary, more then he usually admitted too. Peter cringed, He didn't want to wake him up. "You went out? I told you don't..." He mumbled, staring at Peter with a half glare and half fatigue from the cold.

"We needed supplies, Nathan, You weren't going to stop me from trying to save us." He returned. "You could have frozen to death." Nathan countered. "But I didn't."