The Beginning, May 2

He pushed through the snow, growing more tired with every step. He looked back to see the snake like path he had made vanish in a flurry of snow. So tired, he just wanted to sleep. To rest and just give up. He shivered as another gust chilled him to the bone. Shaking, and pulling the ragged jacket closer around his shoulders, he marched on. On and on he went, the only change in the landscape being different sized snow hills. He fell face first into the snow. What he saw caused an even colder feeling to permeate his being.