The storm was getting stronger, and had overtones of backtracking, but without light, with little water and less food each time, and had to start taking action. The biggest problem was that there was no way he could communicate with neighbors. In the center of town, to be houses or much closer together, people were improvising methods to move between them and go sharing belongings in order to allow all to stay the course.
In my case it was not, because I was much further away, and if you want to contact someone, I had no other to go out, something that was completely discarded.
But the problems were becoming more, and already it was impossible to resist another day without food. My muscles do not respond as they should, and I failed the forces due to lack of nutrition.
There was no way out, I had to get to the village and ask to help me, so I grabbed my backpack, I got the ax, and went through one of the windows of the top floor. I tried to run, because they were already close, they knew it was an easy target, and they were not going to give up.
I ran everything I could over the snow, but it was late, I could see his eyes locked on mine, and that's when I realized it was over.
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