His name was Jake, he was wandering around in the cold wastelands after the nuclear war, his friends were all gone and lonely as he was he drank and ate all he could find, but one day he found a bottle, it was glowing green and he though to himself that he would die from thirst anyways so he drank the whole bottle and then his body reacted, snow spikes tiny but scary grew out of his skin making a surface with a snowy texture to it he felt his shirt shredding from the spikes the same with his pants, he fell to the ground and stayed with his chin on the snow as he slowely turned into his surronding...

He woke up looked around, he wasn't freezing, but he was still there, he wasn't dead or was he? he slowely raised his arms and saw the snow on them, he shaked it of and found his arms made of wood, sticks even he looked at this belly and saw that he was a cold snowman, legends says that til this day he is still wandering out there but now he isn't thirsty anymore and the cold doesn't hurt him...