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You didn’t think your life would end like this, you had such a normal life. You did your hair and makeup like every other morning, you walked out the door, only to come back to make sure the oven and stove were off. You almost broke your foot walking down the concrete stairs, your landlord refused to fix them. Saying that they were still useable.
You stopped into your favorite coffee shop, grabbing breakfast and started to head to work. You were a nurse, you knew you had hell to look forward to for the next 14 hours.
It was like the world slowed down around you, the tires screeching, you *felt* the car collide into your side. You could hear all the bones in your back break, your lungs filled up with blood, you could barely breathe. You hit the ground hard, the concrete began to turn red with your blood. Your co-workers rushed to you, you could see them, but the words that they were saying didn’t hit your ears.
You let yourself close your eyes, it was over, you felt yourself get really cold, was this what dying felt like?
You it was cold, wet, small flecks of *something* rained down on you.
You opened your eyes, you saw snow? Alot of snow, you sat up, looking around.
Mountains, tall spruce trees, and a cloudily darkening sky. What is this place? The space between life and death? A waiting list? Your skin prickled, shivers ran through your body uncontrollably. Wherever you were, you needed shelter, you needed to get somewhere. You got up, looking down, seeing your exposed breasts.
You hunched over, wanting to keep your body heat to your main core. You tried to keep moving, the cold, the wind, the once fluffy snowflakes turned into shards of glass on your freezing skin. You were unable to find a real cover, inside you sat on the side of a tree, trying to keep the wind at bay. You needed to find something!
Maybe some downed trees? You could weave the branches. Making a wall. You needed to just stay strong, you had to stay strong.
You were tackled, the snow and ice greeted your already shivering skin. A motherfucking tiger, a huge one at that, you have seen these guys at zoos, never ones these big. It was over, if it wasnt before it was now.
Was death a white tiger? Hunting you down in a snowy hell scape? It’s nose was scrunched, teeth were shown, you were on the menu. Winced, closing your eyes, waiting for the killing blow, a bite to your neck, suffocating you until you were too weak to get away.
You could feel the breath of the beast on your skin, it was sniffing you.
The killing bite never came, the tiger got off of you, letting you sit up. You looked at the big cat, it stared right back at you. It's strange grey eyes bore into you. It was no longer snarling, it just seemed to look at you. Maybe it was confusion, you were probably not its normal prey. It turned circled you, its large head nudged into your back, making you stumble. It did it again. You almost fell into the snow.
“HEY!,” You said, your voice was loud, “knock it off!” You turned to face it, he nudged you again. The heat from his head, made you want to stick to it. You leaned with the tiger, the cold has made you desperate.
He continued to nudge you, finally, you turned back around and took a step, he kept nudging you.
This went on, no matter how may steps you took he would still make you walk forward. You were running out of steam however, the wind, the cold, everything was too much. You wanted to lay in the cold, let it take you like the car in the parking lot.
You fell, the icey cold ran over your body. You were exhausted, you didn’t have any fight left in you, you closed your eyes, letting darkness consume you.
You felt warm, you felt like you were laying on a soft fur rug, you dug your fingers, into the fur, the skin underneath was warm, and moving.
You shot up, you saw a heavy white paw, basically holding you down. You were in a cave, or a den of some sorts. You looked over to your right, the Tiger had now, fallen asleep, his head resting on the paw that wasn’t pinning you down. How did he get you here? You didn't feel wet, so he didn’t have you in his mouth, unless it has dried up by now. you didn’t feel as afraid as before. If it was going to kill and eat you it would have by now.
You pushed the paw off of you, the ground beneath you was covered with fur, old fur, problem from him shedding, bones also litters the ground in some places. Maybe this was someone’s pet? Or this was your afterlife. A dream?
You got up, the Tiger didn’t stur. You reached out, petting the tuffs on its cheek. It felt real, the cold when you first came here felt real. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. The tiger huffed, its head moved. You pulled back your hand, you were still at this beast’s mercy.
He looked at you, tired grey eyes. It exposed its teeth, its tongue curling as it yawned.
“Hey, Hi kitty,” you said nervously, you put your hands in front of you, trying to keep distance between the two of you. The Tiger stopped, looking at your hands. Either as a snack or it thought of them as a fence it can’t cross.
You didn’t know what happened next, you blinded, the tiger was gone, and a naked man stood in front of you.
“What?” You said looking around for the Tiger, it’s not like the damn thing could have vanished.
“Who are you calling kitty?”