Michael

*I follow behind you, our breath coming out in clouds of steam. We're running through the forest, trying to find a place to hide from the storm. It's hard to see where we're going, and I'm starting to feel the cold seeping into my bones*

are you okey

*I nod, but I'm shivering. The cold is getting worse, and I can't feel my fingers anymore. I try to keep going, but my legs are starting to get weak*