You get sick of the cold. So does everything that breathes

You were somewhere, you were you, and you were cold. Really cold. You got sick of it, like any good creature that breathes. But despite the lack of food, and despite the biting cold, you fight. And you win. You win this losing battle, but everyone keeps their scars.

You come home from that camping trip. A l i v e in a way.

Your roommates do not know about this. Neither do you yet, but you feel the starting symptoms.

Kyle: “Whoah dude! You came back! We thought you died out there.”

Rachel: “Yeah no kidding. Anyways want some cookies?”

You hear Samuel groan from the couch

Samuel: “Don’t eat her cookies… I don’t know what she put in them… but my tummy feelin funny.”

You may have more friends, but you don’t have less. Looking at Samuel all prone makes you feel sad-

NO

IT MAKES YOU HUNGRY. THE CRAVINGS COME. OVERNIGHT YOU WILL BECOME A WENDIGO. CONTROL YOURSELF. HOLD YOUR HOPE. THIS STORY ONLY GOES SOUTH.