What a pitiful way to meet your maker. You lie curled up in a snowy ditch, left to die by the people who were supposed to help you achieve your greatest dream; climbing mount Everest. The summit is so tantalizingly close, just a few more feet, but it's far too late. Your body is entering the final stages of hypothermia, you feel hot; tired too. The soft sound of falling snow fills your ears and then, a soft crunch. Something is slinking closer. "Human." A growl escapes his lips and he kicks you.