White Winter: A Game of Thrones FanFic.

Winter

I smell something.

Hair, three days unwashed, hands, not quite sanitized.

My stomach growled…if I was alive.

I           immediately turned towards the body. I haven’t encountered a living thing in two days. It could be my mind playing tricks—the rusty scent of the old underground parking lot smells just like blood. Except that is was old.

I did my best not to make a sound. He was rummaging through an abandoned car, looking for anything of value.

Ha. Thieves. I knew one or two of those.

“Hi,” I said. But a diet of raw meat just about tore my throat. “Hi” sounded more of a “I’m weird and creepy.”

Unprepared, the thief turned around with a handful of blankets, making it a soft landing. He tried to reach for his gun but it was too far away.

“I just wanted to be friends,” I tried again.

But he ran, and dropped his wallet.

Again, I was alone, helpless. The stench of blood was still in the air and I have never been more hungry. I walked out of the parking lot, friendless with an empty stomach. Snow began to fall. It didn’t take long for everything to be covered in white. I stood there, letting the snow fall onto me. Snow. I remember that bastard.

It had taken us quite a while, but we were finally on the other side of the wall. I heard a scream from two buildings away.

Ah. Finally. A friend.

Winter is coming. And so were we.

Dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun…….

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BLAB. I need to finish this series.