☃️ - Redkeep-trio -- Tavi
Send me ‘ ☃️ ‘ for my muse to find yours lost, shivering out in the cold
Logan hugged himself tighter as he stumbled through the snow at the edge of the road. His head pounded and he wished he had a scarf or a thicker coat, something to keep out the biting wind. His gloves were thin and didn’t do any good against the wetness of the snow. So he kept them in his armpits to try and keep them warmer. They were the main thing he needed to keep safe. Without them, he might as well be dead.
His best bet was to follow the road they had crashed off of in hopes that someone might come upon him or that he might happen upon a town or something. He wasn’t fully paying attention to where he was walking, though, and tripped on a rock covered by the snow. He cried out as he fell, sliding down into the ditch. He lay there, winded, curling in on himself, desperately wanting to just give up and accept his fate to die in the snow storm. But he wasn’t a quitter, no matter how hard things got.
He didn’t know if he had laid there for only a few seconds or longer, but everything hurt and protested as he forced his muscles to cooperate and drag himself up out of the ditch. He coughed harshly, just crouched on the side of the road, entire body shivering uncontrollably. Logan gasped when he saw a pair of boots stop in front of him. He snapped his bloody face up to see his savior, sure he must have been hallucinating.
