"Hello." Zoe was busy still working on the door. She, no, they needed the cold to be kept out. Then again, if this cellar was really a cellar, they might be in trouble. She yanked at the door again; the wind and the snow pile up in just that short amount of time were making closing it difficult.
"Think you could give a hand in closin' this? The snow might insulate us a little; read somewhere that there were people who'd live in the damned stuff once." Zoe could see people building houses out of almost anything; people needed to have some sort of roof, shelter.