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Ingo was cold.
That was the first thing he felt: cold. It bit into whatever skin was exposed and cut through his coat. It was hard to focus on anything else. But still, Ingo managed to open his eyes.
All around him was white. The snow whipped around in the wind, battering and burying Ingo as he lay on the ground. He should probably get up.
It was hard, but he pushed himself to his knees. The wind continued to blow, the snow continued to fall, the cold continued to sink in deeper.
He dragged himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He had to move. He couldn’t stay here.
Ingo wasn’t sure how long he walked, how long he trudged through the snow, how long the cold soaked through every part of him.
He was so cold.
Oh, he was on the ground again. How did that happen? When did that happen?
He pulled himself back up. He wasn’t shivering anymore. It couldn’t be good.
He thought he could see something in the distance. He couldn’t feel his hands.
He tried to take another step. He fell face down in the snow again. He couldn’t feel his feet.
Ingo tried to push himself up again. He just had to make it to those shapes in the distance, that’s all.
He swayed and fell sideways. It was getting dark. It must have been getting late, that was it.
He couldn’t get his arms to move. He couldn’t get his legs to move.
He was tired, so very tired.
Or was it verrrry?
His eyes dragged themselves shut.
He couldn’t rest here.
He couldn’t…
He…