The cold was creeping into Jonas's body. Dampening his spirits and his soul. Hunger infected his body. Gabriel's wailing screamed at his ears. The wind howled at him, preventing Jonas from trespassing into this strange landscape. An enclosing army of snow palpitated down on the two stragglers, gnawing into their skin, injecting acute pangs of chilliness. A curtain of mist lowered and trapped them in a blizzard. Jonas looked around, completely disorientated. A landscape of snow met his sore eyes. An endless blanket of whiteness, hiding the diabolical threats of nature. The moon sh…
