Death has finally come to him, or is it just his mind playing tricks on him? He doesn't know exactly what happened until he wakes up. Almost shaken, he looks around. All he feels is the cold under his fingers...

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He complains, blinks several times, his vision is blurry, and that bothers him a bit. He doesn't deny it, the snow falling on him is almost unbearable to feel.

He raised his hand and touched his chest, he closed his eyes..but quickly he heard footsteps, which made him open his eyes. He wants to get up as soon as possible now.