Jack’s hands were frozen to his rifle. Luckily, I got to him before the scavengers and because the earth is too frozen to dig, I set his body on fire.
The pack surrounds me. I count three rounds left for my rifle and one for my pistol.
Temporarily transfixed by a beautiful woman standing near a snow bank, I rejoiced in knowing this was the end.
We walked together; she smiled and called me by name.