nxtedrake | v. enduring the cold

      he isn’t sure how he’s gotten this far. the constant inner mantra
      going through his head, asking why me? why am i alive? runs
      through him cold, like the bitter surroundings he finds himself
      sprawled in. what’s worse is the infected down below on the
      snow-covered streets. a whole variety of them, which didn’t sit
      well in his already emptied stomach.

      sam hears something, SOMEONE, a loud graze of the bottom
      of their shoes. scraping against the flakes on the rooftop sam
      occupies. it’s quick & prompts sam to spin around, hoping to
      catch the source, but he doesn’t. 

      has someone been following him? “wh–.. who’s there?” he
      asks, cautiously, but not loud enough to stir the cesspool of
      enemies down below.