For ages, they wandered the void, sifting through snow for what, Trixie didn't know. All she knew was each time Jacoby plunged his hand into a random spot she half expected it to reappear holding a half decomposed limb or some chunk of blood stained rubble. For that matter, it got to a point where the simple act of stepping forward was a fight. She could not get over the fear of potentially tripping and falling into the remains of something unpleasant.
"As I said," Jacoby stopped to regard her some time later, "You're stuck here. You seek demons where there are none to find."
"What do you want from me?" Trixie growled. Her legs were trembling, and she wasn't sure if it was fear, or if the cold was finally getting to her. Like Jacoby, she wasn't well equipped for the weather.
