I draw in a sharp breath, the air painfully scratching my lungs.

By now, I should be used to the cold. It’s been five days walking without anything, no food, no water. There must be some salvation.



It was the perfect scene for a horror film. Jamie sighed and lightly sat on a lone bench, waiting for her visitor. She was very impatient, not being able to control her bouncing leg and consistent time checks on her watch. Of course it was hard to read the watch in such a light, but it made her feel slightly more comforted, not exactly sure why.