Some Nightmares Have no End! P.1 (I am a terrible story writer just to let you know...)

The bitter cold air in the mountain tops was killing me.My fingers were black from frostbite, I thought they would fall off soon.I have lost the rest of my family who have fallen down to their deaths.I kept hiking and wouldn't stop until I got to the top.I could barely see anything.I kept walking and then I saw a faint glow in the distance.I did a small smile and heard my lips crack.Every time I got closer to the light, it started getting smaller and smaller.I shouted but my voice was muffled by the wind and snow. I decided to stop for the night, so I got my pick ax and started to make a hole in the mountain.When it was deep enough, I crawled in."At least it is warmer in here than it is out there" I thought.Soon, I dozed off.

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