The snow crunched at every step you took, almost numbing your eardrums against the complete silence. Not even wind can be heard. You sighed, deciding to take a break from your long journey.
Rumble rumble...
Wiping a cold sweat from your brow, you stare at your creation — a fire. It's shabby and small but it'll be enough for now. It only took...an hour to make with stones after losing your lighter. Hey, at least you learned how to do rock smacking 101.
You can't help but feel a sense that someone or something is watching you... But, it doesn't stop you from eating your can of corns (it is burnt after trying to cook it in the can). It's the last time you'll use canned food—the remaining reminders of the modern lazy world you used to live in.
While eating, you felt the soft press of the cold barrelled metal at the back of your head—a familiar feeling. You can also feel it rubbing in slow circles and a chuckle can be heard behind you. "You know you can just eat it straight from the can, mister or miss." A young girl said behind you. This is it, isn't it?
