Midvinter [Class Activity - Short Narrative Text]

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I had been walking for so god damn long. My legs hurt, I couldn't feel my toes and I didn't have the courage to take off my boots, they've probably fallen at this point. The cold winter winds bit at my exposed hands, frostbite already taking over. I kept smelling a distant stench. I had asked Crow but he replied there was probably a deer rotting nearby. At least my feet didn't hurt anymore from the cold and that damned fox. The bite was probably infected already but I coudln't care less. Right now all I cared for was getting to the village.

The night passed without me noticing. I don't know where I spent the night and how I was walking downhill towards a cabin in the distance when I regained consciousness. I turned to look uphill, searching for Crow but hesitated, I didn't have the guts to ask Crow things anymore, he always gives me answers I later wish he hadn't.

My feet stumbled in the dense snow as I hurried to the cabin. The door was open slightly, it seemed deserted. I was thirsty, tired and hungry, but I couldn't see any food, or even a bed, or... My eyes caught sight of a sink. I hurried to it, and checked to see if it had running water only to find, that as I had suspected, it didn't. Of course not, it was all frozen.
I looked up into the mirror in defeat just to jump back. I didn't recognize myself. The half of my face I had stopped feeling a long time ago I always assumed had just gone numb from the cold was a deep purple, almost black. My skin was falling off and hard like leather. As I touched it with the tip of my finger some fell off, landing wetly in the already dirty sink.

"Lord, help me," I muttered out.