Tunneling Tubes

Azeria Carllsson was left, abandoned, by her mother at the age of six at a community playground in Dogwood, Ohio. Unbelievably, ten years later, she's still there, taking cover from the icy January breath in the sunrise yellow tunneling tube, when she hears the crunching of shoes on the hard snow.
"Hello?" a deep, masculine voice called, permeating the crisp air with their warm breath, a white smoke emanating from their mouth. "Anyone here?"
She gave no response.
"I heard someone was living here." the voice said, louder as a chilly wind whipped across the playground, the air whistling through the holes in the tunnel.