He knew it was cold, because of the sound of the snow. When snow is so cold that it's dry, it squeaks as you step on it. The tiny grains make so much friction that they protest as they rub against each other. Squeak.
He knew it was cold, because of the way his breath fell. When it's cold enough outside, your breath rises as soon as it leaves your mouth and it doesn't even wait to stop moving forward. The condensation escapes towards heaven.
He knew it was cold, because his clothes crackled with every step. When it's cold enough outside, the fibers in cloth freeze and break as you walk.
He knew it was cold, but he couldn't feel it. When it's cold enough outside, your system shuts down and your brain starts eating itself.
He knew he was dying, but there was no stopping it now.
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Yeah... that's not depressing. If his system's shutting down, why is he still walking? Isn't walking one way to combat the cold?
ReplyDeleteGetting all nitpicky here. It's probably the chips.
I dunno. I've never died of hypothermia. I just understand that at the very end, you don't feel cold at all.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm pretty sure that at a certain point, you die standing up (I mean, it is -30 degrees or whatever).
That's probably true. Yeah, I haven't died of it either (just read fictional accounts about people who had). I'm not really in the mood to test it, either. Oh, well.
ReplyDeleteCheckmark on the not dying.
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