I groan at my wounds and my nose runs red. I wipe away blood from my mouth. I breathe heavy at the thin, cold air. Feels

  like my breath could freeze over. I shiver downstairs, into the bathroom and wipe my nose again. Beyond the cobwebs and cracked mirror, is that really me? So defeated? I clench my fists, Beasts, bandits, now the cold will finish me off? I refuse, everyone died for me. I gotta-

  "Gah!" I jump in my boots, a giant blue spider is in the reflection. It screeches at me, then backs away. I try kicking it,

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  but it crawls on the wall, then the ceiling. It hisses and I back away- Snap!

  I fall back and shout at the pain. I shuffle back towards the stairs, it peeks around the bathroom's doorway. He raises his

  ugly legs at me and hisses, then he goes back into the bathroom. I still have to do my business. Fuck, I'm hungry, thirsty.

  I crawl into the kitchen and find some cereal in a low cupboard. I stuff my face while inspecting my leg, the splint snapped and it stings deep. I need something stronger to wrap it with. Silence fills the house again, cobwebs line the ceiling. I reach and

  slide a knife onto the floor. I grab it tight, keep it close to my chest. I yawn and doze off.