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Cold World 2 (repost)

As I stand, I look up again at the trees. I wonder how I got here, where am I? I take a step, or I try too. I almost fall back to my knees. I start to shiver and wonder how long I have been out here and how far i need to walk to shelter.
The light is fading. I look around and spot a trail. Of blood and footprints not mine. These are made with shoes and I am shoeless. Do I follow the trail, or forge my own. Getting dark and colder. I know I also have massive blood loss and I don’t know how much longer I can survive like this.
I follow the trail.

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