The man squinted into the falling snow. It was falling heavier now and he was starting to lose the trail through the trees. He'd been going for quite a while now and had long since run out of water or food to drink. He continued to walk.
He wanted to check his chrono for the time but it was too difficult to dig out from under his sleeve. There wasn't much point since he wasn't going to stop, speed up, or slow down. In other times he might have guessed at the time by the sun through the trees but the sky was just gray. Lighter gray than before even though it was after noon. The storm must be letting up a little.
As his boots crunched through the snow he thought that he voices - a choir perhaps. He paused and slowly turned around trying to find the source of the sound. It might have been the wind or a trick of his mind. He briefly played with a thought that a choir was slowly walking with him on a parallel track in order to convince him that he had lost his mind. He shook his head at the thought. It was much more likely that he simply had actually lost his mind.
Sane or no, the load on his back wasn't getting any lighter. He adjusted the straps to see if he could get them to bite into another point in his flesh. When he was satisfied he set off again.
After a few more minutes there was a quiet moan at his back. He smiled. His traveling companion was starting to wake up and would hopefully want to walk for a bit rather than be carried. Until then, it would be best to keep walking and keep warm. They still had a ways to go until they reached their transport and the light gray wouldn't hold out for long.
The man squinted into the falling snow. He continued to walk.
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