"Look at you…" A voice thrums in my head, bouncing about, echoing and shaking my focus.
Who is it? Who is it now? Who stands in my way?
My head bounces around on my neck, all I can see around me is the dead, red stained snow and many displaced limbs and organs that shouldn't be outside.
What happened here?
"Look how strong I've made you…" the voice resounds again, it's nowhere to be seen, I can't find it with any of my senses.
My senses? Looking down I find my hand stuck in the chest of a shrivelled body, it's hair and skin white and flaky, its insides surprisingly warm. Why would a dead body be so warm?
Pulling out the hand stuck takes some effort, but when I do and stumble back from recoil, it comes out with something in its grasps.
