You walked through the snowy tundra all alone. You had been injured, stabbed in the side. You dragged your feet along, leaving long tracks in the thick snow behind you, as well as drops of thick blood. It was a deep wound, puncturing many vital things inside of you.
This left you vulnerable, the freezing winds bit at your skin, the strong gusts enough to blow your weakened body over. Your coat was long gone, thrown off when you had gotten stabbed. As the cold drove its way deeper into your skin, you strained to push on further, becoming weaker and weaker.
As you walked on you tripped on your own leg, and with no strength left to try and catch yourself, fell into the snow. You just laid there, pain radiating through your body. You laid there for what seemed to be hours but who knows how long it really was. You were shivering but as the snow build up on your still figure, you began to feel almost warm. Your mind slowly becoming foggy and your body ever so slightly, like someone stood over you and covered you in your favorite fuzzy blanket then pulled you close to them. Your breathing and heartbeat slowed as your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over you. The noises of the blowing winds became louder for a few moments, then as if a pillow had been placed over your ear, the noise began to fade.
You were at peace... then everything faded away from you and your body became lifeless, finally succumbing to hypothermia and blood loss...
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