The warmth of the sun was all that kept the snow from eating away at me, and it was fading fast. Sunset was upon the dangerous land I called 'home.' Soon there would be nowhere I could turn without coming face to face with creatures of the night. My heart was already racing in fear for my life as I scrambled down a cliff face.

I was careful to pick and choose each foot and hand hold, my balance superb and my movements surprisingly graceful. Over confidence took me by the collar and strung me up. I was literally hanging by the collar of my shirt, though. The fabric was choking me, but it was the only thing saving me from a plummet to my death. I had over calculated my next step, my aforementioned over confidence being my inevitble downfall.

Using the little consciousness I had left, I became a human pendulum, swinging from side to side until my feet met with a shallow ledge. Ripping my shirt collar from the spiny rock that had saved me, I winced physically. This was the only clothes I had with me. The only clothes I had to call my own. An old beaten up t-shirt, and my faded blue jeans. My feet were tucked into a pair of old dirty sneakers, and I was sure my right sock had a new hole in it. Sighing, I could see my breath as I took a few moments to keep myself from passing out. I gulped in breath after breath, restoring what oxygen I could to my poor, stupid brain.

As soon as I was restored, I felt a rumbling in my stomach. I was hungry. Food was something I needed to survive. I needed to find some, and fast. Instead of rushing, I clamored down the cliff face, taking my time. The sun was finally gone, night upon me. The moon looked to be grinng at me, a small smiling sliver in the star speckled sky. I had to admit, the night was beautiful, despite the creatures lurking in the darkest parts of the world.

When my feet finally hit level ground, and I was among the spruce trees, I began foraging for small twigs and sticks to shove into the small pack I had with me. Inside was a few pieces of string, the flesh of my enemies, and a bone or two. I also had a small wool pillow, but what I would give for a wool blanket. Sighing softly, I could feel my sanity draining from me.

Hunkering beneath the thicket of trees, I started to gather my findings together. The only option I had was to rub sticks together until I made fire. And so I started.

A growling noise was coming from behind of me, and so I rubbed faster. The light would keep them away. The sun kept them away, so the light would have to do the same, right? At least, that's what I told myself. I saw an ember forming from the sticks rubbing together. Faster, faster! The mantra I repeated in my head kept me calm as the fire burst to life.

I'm a survivor, what are you?

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This short was just to write something a little creative. It's short, sweet, and tells a bit about how Steve, or whomever I was writing about, would handle themselves in the wild during winter.

Or something.

I dunno.

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