It's so very cold, I find it hard to breathe as I woke up on the frozen to the concrete my hands shaking from frostbite.

The snow is coming down heavy and fast, so I had to carefully peeled my face off the concrete as to not tear skin,

With what's left of my fingernails I slowly started to scrap my exposed skin off the ground as my hot breath burns my frozen fingers.

The sky darkens as the storm grows closer I decide to tear the rest off hoping not too much blood obscures my vision as I shakingly stand on my feet using a nearby wall to hold my withered body, I slowly move as my ankles feel frozen through and brittle as I confide in the wall for support as I look for a way out of the cold.

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It takes a few minutes to find a door it's metal handle stings my flesh as I attempt to grip the handle, I can barely open it as the wind applies a heavy force keeping it closed a costly toll it takes on my hands as my skin is being peeled off my hand my grip tightens as the idea of gripping the door after it has ripped the skin from my fingers is unimaginable..

I pull with what's left of my strength to ajar the ice covered door and quickly putting my foot in the door so it wont close, the weight of it crushing but none the less was open as I roughly squeezed myself into the dilapidated building the wind outside is ear-piercing and screams as I falter next to the door.

Its cold, I'm cold..

as I collapse my mind envisages a warmer time as I drift back to sleep.....