@rpnothingness Ethan was cold. Way colder than he should be but what was to be expected since he was curled up in at least a foot of snow? Though, his toes were oddly warming up. His eyes widened. Shit, he knew what that meant. He was getting hypothermia. He whimpered from where he was curled up in the entryway of a condemned building. He tried desperately to climb to his feet but he only lasted one step until he tumbled down the stairs into a snow drift. Still determined, he started crawling out, rasping out for help until he couldn't make it any further. His trembling tombs gave out, dumping him into the snow, his nose red, his lips blue and cracked. He was about to die, for the second time.

















