Chapter Nineteen: The Blizzard

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AMSTERDAM-IMAGINE DRAGONS

Snow completely covers the ground everywhere I look. The cold winds of winter blow against my face. With each step, I leave a footprint behind in the snow. That's how much snow there is.

It's been about six hours since I had to leave Anthony behind. It just hurts me so much that I couldn't bring him somewhere where he can be properly buried somewhere where I can see him time to time.

I took a break a while ago, but I still feel tired. I don't know if its just the cold, or if I'm straining myself too much. I think I'll take a little break, but just for a few minutes. I unzip my backpack and check my inventory. There's only about a two day's worth of food left. Crap. I better make it last. Another thing, I'm running low on toilet paper. I better make sure to find some on the way to Woodford.

I take a sip of water from a bottle that's only half full. Other than the water to drink, there's a juice box that I found a few days ago. After going to the bathroom in the woods, I continue on my way.

Then it starts to snow again.

At first, it's a steady fall of snowflakes, but it's going to add to the foot of snow already on the ground. Then, the wind starts to pick up, causing the snowfall to spread to every direction and weakening my view. Then I know that this mild snowstorm has become a blizzard. Both the wind and snow strike at my face.

Cold. Unforgiving.

I can barely see three feet in front of me. I then pull up my hood to shield my head from the cold. Through the snowfall, I see a dark shape getting closer and closer. As it gets closer, I can tell that its a walker, but I realize too late.

It lunges at me, and I fall onto my back. It gets on top of me, and I push it away with all my might. It gnashes its rotten, yellowish teeth at my face, desperate to get a bite. I pull out my pistol, point it at the side of its head, and I say, "Not today".

Then I pull the trigger, ending its life.

I shove the corpse off of me and climb onto my feet. I hold my gun straight out in case there are any more walkers. I think there are because I can hear moans in all directions.

Not too far from where I am, I can see the shape of what looks like a small building. So I decide to make a run for it. I run past maybe three walkers before I get to the door. It's unlocked, so I jump inside and lock the door behind me. I think I'm trapped in here until the storm passes. "Here" is a small house. I'm freezing, so I look for something I can make a fire with. I manage to find a few logs and toss them into the fireplace.

Soon, I have a nice fire keeping me warm. I don't even know how I managed to get here.

Maybe it'll help if I start from the very beginning.

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