Hope died yesterday

Hope died yesterday

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He had been walking for hours. His foot hurt but he wanted to keep on, he wouldn't abandon, not now. The sun was shining so hard he began to sweat. He was also thirsty, so thirsty he couldn't feel his mouth anymore. But he wouldn't stop, he couldn't. If he did, he'd died out here...
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Hunger

Hunger. His stomach ached with pure hunger. His lips bled. His hands were nearly frozen shut by the freezing air around him. He couldn't move them if he tried. He could smell blood. Fresh circulating blood. The booze that had stained his breath had done little to numb the agony that tore at his lungs. The snow around him had reached his knees and its soaking-wet weight clung to his trousers like chains. His mind felt dreary, filled with a dull roar as he trenched closer and closer to the raw scent, closer to the pinprick of light that shone against the thick forest trees. It swam a little in front of him through tear-soaked eyes and he fought the urge to cough from his cotton-dry mouth. He licked at his cracked lips and continued to stumble through the snow. He couldn't feast, not tonight. But he could possibly find a distraction or two. A very delicious distraction.

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