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.
“What have we here?”
The town had been abandoned by his prey of choice, but Arthas was pragmatic enough to see a bounty when it gleamed before him. Sustenance was sustenance, even if it was a bag of stale potato chips and not the steaming flesh of a human calf. His highest hopes were that the food was not too badly spoiled.
So imagine his utter delight in finding a warm meal on legs.
The tall man smiled down at the boy. He leaned against his sword casually and drummed his fingers against the flat of the blade. “Are we lost, child?”
traveling, even living, proved difficult with the infected tainting the
streets. what’s worse, is another brand of poison fell into the mix
& sam got confronted by one. he holds onto this faint hope that
the least he would do is take the food & items stashed in his
backpack, but it’s a damn stupid thing to hope. he’s experienced
a handful of tragedies that make him bitter at the thought.
“no,” he tries to keep his voice steady, not quivering with the fear
that prompted his hands, tightly holding onto the handle of his axe,
from shaking. sodden bottoms of his shoes begin to slide back,
hopefully keep a better distance from the man that only struck
uneasiness in the boy.
“stay back, i won’t– i’ll swing this at y-your head, i swear!”

he’s done good so far sneaking, avoiding any source of sound
that wasn’t caused by him. yet he may have slipped THIS TIME,
accidentally knocking an empty bottle in the dark. it clinked,
echoing in the dark, emptied convenience store.
the footsteps came closer. sam grasped tightly onto the handle
of his worn axe, keeping it close to his chest. don’t make any
more noise!

this winter has been especially cruel.
the cold can turn waste to the strongest of survivors,
make bones brittle and blood cease to flow. there is
more to fear than those who have succumbed to the
virus, men who wear friendly smiles; the wolves in
sheep clothing.
winter is here and it is as cruel as ever. some will
prevail and others will be lost along the way. trust
none but the self, tread only in lands that are known
but most of all,fear the firefly,
fear the wolf,
fear the sick,
and learn how to
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