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It had disappeared in the snow

I was lost

I tried to retracerock, I could find the path again, but my footprints were already snowed over I couldn’t even find the way back to where I had co to seizeover me like a block of ice I et fro to get back up the hill The ht about my situation, the more I panicked The more I panicked, the harder it was to envisionaway from home to stay alive, only to die in a blizzard because I was so dury with n of life

Sturound without going up or down the ht or above the trail, et lost, and if I let myself panic too much, I would end up worse off I needed to try to think clearly The sun was rising from the east and had already risen considerably I had been walking toward it on the path, so Iwest and stay as level as possible on my way there

Glad to have a plan, even if it was a bad one, I keptbecause if I stopped, I ht freeze to death The sun was barely visible above the trees through the storm, and I tried to keep it at my back

Fear grippedfound out in the woods I could hear Sa at my corpse about how I should have stayed with her fah my mind at breakneck speed, soin the distance

I was about to turn to keep the sun at rey wisps floating out of the top, straight ahead My heart lifted, and I nearly cried out when I saw it I wanted to run through the snow, but I was already so tired I couldn’t My legs and feet were nuh the snow too It was already packed several inches up, and as I neared the house, I could see it was almost level with the bottom step of the porch

Cli the steps of the porch, I tried to make as much noise as possible to announce my arrival I didn’t want to surprise so No one seeed on the door with the side ofwasn’t an option with how loves I wore Cotton, et, didn’t really protect much

I was shivering so violently that I couldn’t even get the words out ofthey would let me in, but the words stuck on my teeth as they rattled It didn’t help that the th blonde hair hanging down the sides of his face, piercing green eyes, and a full, well-kept beard, he was like a azine A manly-man who manly-manned his cabin in the manly blizzard With an axe And probably a bow and arrow or so

“Aht So that stayed insidethe door to what I could feel was a war room

“Not yet,” he said in a voice that sounded like chocolate “Come in”

I nodded as best I could with a neck that felt frozen in place and followed him inside

The cabin was rooh smaller than my house It looked like there was only a couple of roos and blankets piled up by the fire, stacked up so neatly it was like they were designed that way Everything in the cabin was like that, all neat as a pin

“Thank you,” I forced myself to say

“Co room chair It’s close to the fire,” he said