![]() Snow swirled in the air from all directions, some of it falling on the icy white patches on the earth, the rest blown away like angel dust.īecause of the infinite white, I could barely make out a forested valley below, and across from me, in the haze of snowfall, a few jagged peaks.īeneath me the ground sloped off gently, alternating between sudden drop-offs. ![]() I was sitting on the barren, rocky ground up the side of a mountain. I slowly sat up, surveying my surroundings. I felt intact, nothing bleeding or broken.īut how did that explain the rich, acidic smell of blood in the air? ![]() My bare fingers tingled as I ran them over my body. I eased onto my back, the chill seeping through my jacket. I looked down and as my vision began to right itself, I saw a rock jutting into my stomach, protruding from the cold, snow-blown ground like a weapon. I rolled over with a groan and felt an explosion of pain in my side. That’s what I saw when I finally pried my lids open, my lashes stuck together with the glue of tiny snowflakes. ![]()
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