It was a cold winter night. There was a scary silence outside. Storm hadn't ceased for the last 3 days.James was beginning to lose his hope. His friends had left 5 days ago to find something to eat but they didn't come back yet. James was supposed to stay at home and keep fire burning, but wood stock was on the verge of running out. He had been hoping his friends to bring both food and fuel,but, after long nights of loneliness, he just wanted his friends to come back.
While James was bringing last wood to burn, he was wondering what to do next. He could gather wood, but in this fierce storm, it wouldn't last longer to freeze to death. He was starving, however if he eats the last food he will be both without food and without fuel in some hours. He was shaking. He decided to rest a bit in front of the fire. After hours, when he woke up, he saw that fire was spreading its last flames. He looked through the window. Fortunately, the storm had ceased hours ago. He had two options. He would either find food or gather wood. Inside of the house was pretty warm, so he decided to find food to satisfy his hunger. He took his last food with him and put his clothes on. After he had closed the door behind him, he felt the cold on his face. First he looked around the house. However, there was nothing to eat.
After some time, he started to walk far from the house. He walked through miles but there was nothing. Then he saw a bird, flying over open sky. He wished he had a arrow with him. He came up with an idea. He could follow the bird to its nest and catch it with his bare hands. He managed to follow it for some time, but, he lost the track after a while. He wasn't seeing the bird anymore. He looked through the sky, yet, there was nothing. Sadness he felt, while shivering due to the cold. Then he realized there was a bigger problem. He lost the way to home while chasing the bird. He wasn't able to find the track. Slowly, he sat on a fallen tree wondering why he hadn't taken the compass with him.
He ate his last food while thinking how to find the way. He decided to trace the footprints. He thought this was the best solution. Minutes passed. Ceased storm began to be fierce again. James was on his way, but footprints were disappearing every minute. His couldn't stand walking long miles and had to stay. He wasn't able to see the surrounding either. He thought lighting a fire to warm up, otherwise, he would freeze to death. Looking around to find something to make fuel, he realized there is no way to light a fire in the harsh storm. He looked at his hands. He wasn't feeling them anymore. Even though he managed to find fuel, his hands wouldn't be able to light it, nor the storm would allow it. He wished he had been in the home. He was thinking about his friends. What were they doing, were they alive, were they thinking about James too? He was slowly understanding that he would never answer these questions. He was freezing to death. He wasn't feeling his body anymore. Even a little fire could save him, but it was too late. Suddenly, he started to feel sleepy and warm. He knew he was freezing but he wasn't able to do anything about it. Sleeping was the most desirable thing for him. He lay down on the fallen tree. He closed his eyes, never to open again. Seconds after, he gave his last breath.
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