Some negotiated the snowdrifts on Front Street with snowmobiles, but most residents remained indoors. The world had fallen away during the storm, and, as the snow continued to fall, many debated if Marquette was the final bastion of humanity.
A few locals had equipped themselves with snowshoes and attempted to walk to salvation, but there was only a white void beyond the Northern Michigan University campus. Even the immense Lake Superior was no longer discernible.
Religious fanaticism fermented in the neighborhood around St. Paul’s Cathedral. Others secretly pondered the essential edicts of humanity.
And when those principals should be abandoned.