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I wish I could say I never thought anything like this could happen to me, but with the way I've been livin' I know it was only a matter of time. I've lived in the state of Denton all my friggin' life, and we've had some real shitty winters. This city I was born in is so shitty, folks call it 'Nekropolis' because everyone here fuckin' dies early. You'll have tons of shitty winters. We're right between Ohio and Indiana, y'know? Smack-dab in the middle of the fuckin' mid-west. Canada's icy balls are plopped right on our fuckin' heads.

Until recently, it's never been a problem for me. As long as I had a warm place to lay my head, I've been able to survive. But the last few years, its just been so damn cold. I've never seen it snow like this for so long, and so hard. The whole damn city shuts down. The whole world ends when it snows this hard.

I'm in a real bad spot right now, let me tell you. Me and my buddy, Jim, we got locked in here. We come to this storage shed all the time, and we've got locked in before. It would take about four hours for us to either jury-rig the door open, or for someone to come and help us out. But this place isn't heated, and it's below zero outside.

I'm shaking like a pair of truck nuts on the back of a pickup going twenty over the speed limit. It's fuckin' freezing in here, and it's so goddamn dark. I have a lighter and a pack of cigs, and I ain't even smokin' 'em. I'm just usin' 'em like torches.

I'm lookin' around, and I can't find Jim. Where the hell did he go? I can't see too much like this. The light from the cig and my lighter isn't very good. It's a real low, faint kinda orange tint. I can only make out what's real close to me, y'know?

Oh, god. I found Jim. He's curled up in the corner, all rolled up like a ball. He ain't looking too good, and his breath is real slow and raspy. He needs an ambulance and a big fat shock of Naloxone, fast. But that ain't gonna happen. He's twitching like crazy, and he's drooling a bit. I can't really help him, not at all. All I can do is try to make him comfortable. I flip him over on his stomach, so he won't choke on his own vomit.

Forty-five grueling minutes later, things are only getting worse. Jim isn't moving, breathing or even twitching anymore. He's just laying there like a log, totally silent. I don't think Jim is still alive. My heart just sunk in my chest, and I let out a whine.

It's not getting warmer. I'm colder than I've ever been. The cigarettes are almost gone now. I've only got two left. We didn't bring nothin' except the empty bag we carried our junk in and the can of gas Jim brought for the car. I wanna start a fire, but it would spread too fast. There's nothing in the garage. It's always been empty, that's why we come here.

Nobody's coming. It was a quarter 'til midnight when we came here, and we've been locked in for what feels like hours. This place is closed on weekends, and it was Friday when we got here. The cavalry ain't coming, and there ain't no angels waiting for us.

I just got an idea, but it's not a very good one. I know that for sure. It's a fucked up, real nasty idea. One I don't like having, but I might not have a choice soon. It's the only way I'm gonna keep warm, maybe have some kind of hope of surviving tonight.

Thirty more minutes pass, and I make up my mind. This is the worst thing I'm ever gonna do in my life, but maybe when I get out I can turn my life around. Failing that, I'll find some way to forget about this. I always do.

I pick up the can of gas, I'm muttering swears at myself under my breath. I ain't never been a prayin' man, and I figure if I ain't doin' it now, I'll never do it. No more stalling. I gotta just get it over with. I walk over to the corner. I bend over, I feel Jim's pulse. Jim is dead, there ain't no doubt about it. There's nothing I can do to help him. It doesn't make me feel better, though.

I'm muttering curses under my breath as I stand up, my legs are like jelly as I'm trembling. I've picked up the gas can and now I'm pouring gas all over Jim's body. You can probably guess what I'm planning to do next. I stand back a bit, hoping I didn't splash any on my pants or shoes, so the flame don't catch on me.

This is it. I gotta do this now. No lookin' back. Jesus Christ, I'm so fuckin' sorry, Jim. I just lit up my second-to-last cig, and I've tossed it down. The fire is starting to spread slowly, and it's so damn horrible to look at. It lights up the whole room, and I can finally see. The place is still pretty fuckin' orange, but it's getting better.

I'm still cold, but that's getting better too. It isn't painful anymore. I don't feel like a bunch of needles are gettin' stabbed into me at once. I'm taking in a deep breath, and I cough a bit because of the smoke. I'm starting to calm down. It's getting better now.

There's quite a lot of smoke here, but it ain't a problem. Wait, scratch that. It's kind of a problem. I'm seeing a lot of it now. It's filling up the whole ceiling. My eyes hurt really bad - what the fuck is going on?! This is fucked up!

Goddamn it, I can't see anything! There's so much smoke! I can't breathe! Oh god, oh god! This is bad! This is so bad! What the fuck is going on? I gotta get outta here! The fire only started like one or two minutes ago, but it's gotten so damn big, so damn bright! The smoke is so bad - I can't fuckin' see anything!

Me and Jim, when we got locked in here, we started banging into the garage door. Slamming into it real hard, y'know? Trying to get it open. But it didn't work. I'm trying again, trying so hard to slam it open. Maybe I can just tear a hole in the door, get a little fresh air. It's not working!

I'm starting to get dizzy now. Everything is spinning, and it's hard to even stand still. I'm coughing real hard now. I can't think straight, I can't see, I can't even stand. I'm thrashing around now, trying to tackle the door and knock it open, but I end up slamming into the walls.

I can't fight it anymore. I'm falling down face-first into the concrete floor. I'd probably be reeling in pain right now, but I'm already unconscious by this point. The smoke is filling up the whole room and the fire is spreading. It's like hell.

The temperature outside is twelve-below zero, and the snow is thick enough to cave your roof in. My world has ended, but the snow just keeps falling. There's so much of it. Everything looks so nice, so clean. Nobody cares if two losers die in some shitty, abandoned storage locker. It's just another day in this shitty city.

But hey, at least it's warm.



Written by DoctorBleed
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