It's so cold, it's hard to breath as I woke up on the frozen concrete my hands shaking from frost bite. The snow is coming down heavy and fast I carefully peeled my face off the concrete as to not tear skin, my fingernails what's left of them slowly scrap my exposed skin off the ground as my hot breath burns my frozen fingers. The sky darkens so I decide to tear the rest off hoping not too much blood obscures my vision as I shakingly stand on my feet using a nearby wall to hold my dying body, I slowly move as my ankles feel frozen through and brittle as I confide in the wall for support as I look for a way out of the cold, it takes a few minutes to find a door it's metal handle stings my flesh as I pull it open as the wind applies a heavy force keeping it closed a costly toll it takes on my hands as my skin is being pulled off my hand my grip tightens as I pull with whats left of my stength to ajar the ice covered door and quickly putting my foot in the door so it wont close it was a rough squeeze as I get the rest of myself into the dilapidated building the wind outside is ear-piercing and whines as I falter next to the door. Its cold, I'm cold.. as I collapse my mind envisages a warmer time as I drift back to sleep.....