Blizzard

The snow blows back my hood and onto my already freezing neck. I shiver violently and slowly push my hood up with my aching hands. The never has never been this cruel, but I guess it's my fault I'm out here, I should never have come even when the Listener said that the storm would come. I'm such an idiot. Now I'm going to die because of my ignorance. I can even see the town, but I can't move my legs, let alone my feet. I try yelling, but the snow acts as an impenetrable wall. This is my death.