Over the mountains, the sun loomed dangerously close to the horizon; warning me that the mountain bears were waking. As the storm clouds hovered closer and time seemed to be dead, I desperately scrambled for my axe, burning my hands against the metallic rubble of the exploded engine. Finally, I found my axe – plated in crimson ice – and I started to smash the mountain creating a cave to survive the night. When the sun was fully hidden behind the mountain, I climbed in the tunnel-like cave on all fours; the weight of the mountain squashed my back. Despite the uncomfort of the cave, I fell into a deep sleep and my muscles finally relaxed.

When I opened my eyes the air was still damp, the sky was still dark and the frost was still biting. The marks in the snow showed the trails of the bears or the other unknown animals. Then the blizzard began…d