Ok. So a short chapter today, it's mostly dialogue. Could be qualified as a sub-chapter. (probably is one in all honesty) While I was wrighting I just felt like this was a good place to cut off. So yes there is more. No I don't know when I'll post it. Sorry about that.

But anyway, thanks for reading and enjoy.

CH 16

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Day 19

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I didn’t notice yesterday but I think the snow might have stopped sometime during the day yesterday...

“I blame you stomach.”

“Grumble.”

“No you had your meal!”

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Now I need to work on getting out of here and finding a new shelter. Well just getting out of the shelter will be hard enough from all the snow that’s packed up in front of the entrance. it’s only a little taller than me so I should be able to handle it.

I suck at looking at the positives…

But that’s no reason to push it off.

Let’s dig.

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The sky I can see the sky!

I’m getting closer to freedom!

“FREEDOM!”

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After a day of digging I have just enough space to stand up in front of my shelter. The sun is already setting and I’m dead tiered.

“grumble”

“SHUT UP! Please just shut up.”

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Day 20

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When I wake up I am greeted by a dazzlingly bright sun reflecting off of the snow. It’s blinding. So to avoid it I put my head down and started to dig like a mole.

“Digging, digging, digging, we just keep on digging.”

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By the time the sun had begun to set, I had cleared out just enough snow that I could take two steps away from my shelter…

This is taking much longer then I wanted it to.

“Grumble.”

Did I mention that stomach has refused to SHUT Up the entire time I’ve been working?

No, well he has and frankly I’m sick of him.

I mean really I know he’s hungry but there’s nothing to eat and I’m not going to feed him my arm!

There’s plenty of snow maybe he’ll shut up if I feed him loads of snow. That’s it that’s what I’ll do. And so I began eating the snow away instead of shoveling it away.

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“Ughhh.”

I don’t feel too good.

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Day 21

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So.

Apparently someone doesn’t appreciate a full snow diet…

Stomach

Also unfortunately for me he knows just how to hurt me to make me do what he wants. So it’s back to digging today.

“grumble”

“Yeah, yeah.”

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So I looked up today and realized something. The snow that’s above my head is only that high at the areas next to the rock. The rest of it is just a little above my waist in height I think. So that means I only have to get to that snow level and I can stop shoveling all this snow.

Right now I’m working on snow piles that reach my neck. And if I dig around the area to the right of the shelter I should be able to uncover the meat I had buried. Hopefully today, stomach is getting restless.

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“FINALLY!!!”

I found one. I finally found one of the stashes of food.

“Grumble.”

“That’s right stomach we can finally eat.”

I uncover the last bits of snow that cover the meat and grab some of it. it feels like a brick. Whatever its food, now it’s time to eat.

“Cunck”

“Oww”

Wait it can’t be…

The meat froze, and now I can’t even bight into it!

“NOOOOOOO!!”

“GRUUUMBLEE.”