It`s so cold, it`s hard to breath as I woke up on the frozen concrete my hands shaking from frost bite. The snow is coming down heavy and fast I carefully peeled my face off the concrete as to not tear skin, my fingernails what`s left of them slowly scrap my exposed skin off the ground as my hot breath burns my frozen fingers. The sky darkens so I decide to tear the rest off hoping not too much blood obscures my vision as I shakingly stand on my feet using a nearby wall to hold my dying body, I slowly move as my ankles feel frozen through and brittle as I confide in the wall for support as I look for a way out of the cold, it takes a few minutes to find a door it`s metal handle stings my flesh as I pull it open as the wind applies a heavy force keeping it closed a costly toll it takes on my hands as my skin is being pulled off my hand my grip tightens as I pull with whats left of my stength to ajar the ice covered door and quickly putting my foot in the door so it wont close it was a rough squeeze as I get the rest of myself into the dilapidated building the wind outside is ear-piercing and whines as I falter next to the door. Its cold, I`m cold.. as I collapse my mind envisages a warmer time as I drift back to sleep.....This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.