You check your bag not to forget anything because today (or tonight, who can say ?) you decided to leave this place and try to reach the closest town.
Your supplies were low and it looked like the last solution not to starve.
It is supposed to be about fifty kilometers away, so you hope to reach it in fifteen hours.
Here is the first step to a better tomorrow, or at least you hope.
The worst part is to keep the azimuth.
With all this snow and ashes covering the roads and buildings it's very complicated, with this small flashlight, to guess the way.
The best part is that hopefully nothing is going to slow you down.
The wind is blowing on your back and even goes through your winter coat.
Sometimes it is so fast that you almost lose control and fall in the gray snow.
Now the scarf you wear on your face is becoming solid because of the ice.
You feel the bite of cold harder at each step but you know you have to keep on walking or the frost will eat you whole.
Meters are slowly passing and you think each one is a victory in this war against death.

It was the best option you had.
Finding a supermarket won't be hard once you get in this kind of promise land so you really have to walk and stand.
Kilometers are passing and you feel your energy is almost all gone.
Your feel no more pain in your fingers which you think isn't good sign at all.
Plus if the batteries in your lamp get too cold, it will be black once for all.
Here there is a crack in the snow, too big to be jumped over, so you decide to go to the right because the ground is going down this way.
After some time walking along the crack you finally reach a place where is stops.
Seems the spot to cross, and you go.
Confusion is reaching your mind ; you hope you're not lost...
Panic is infiltrating your brain ; you will never get anywhere safe...