The night is bitter cold as Marcus trudges through. His dog walking beside him as he holds the bundle of firewood under his arm and the bitter, snow bitten wind bites at his face through the scarf and hood.

Marcus's attention is suddenly turned when his dog, sniffing the ground, barks and runs off a distance. He follows after seeing his dog pawing at a snow mound. Marcus's eyes go wide.

"Oh my god..." He kneels down, quickly digging at the small, snow covered mound...it's a person.