Snippet #2429898

Cold was the only way to describe it, but the fact that it was always cold made that description rather vague and unneeded. But how would this day, or rather, morning, be different?

The sun was yet to rise, but this assumption was made due without much evidence, as the blizzard was so thick, everything was white as day. He'd only walk during a blizzard, as his tracks covered up quickly, despite the fact that he made light tracks anyway, as the tennis shoes ducktaped to his boots prevented him from sinking too deep into the snow. They didn't actually work as well as real snowshoes, but the snow was often heavily packed due to years of snowfall, so they worked well enough.

Also, the combination of snow and wind made his scent nearly untraceable, and even if it was picked up, it'd just be nonsensical. Also, theoretically, most animals wouldn't dare be roaming around in a blizzard, except maybe Polar Bears and Penguins, and while the latter had no reason to be anywhere ear him, the former was extinct as far as anyone knew. John had never seen a Polar Bear before, but he remembered hearing about them appearing now and then around the Hudson Bay, and how they were big and ferocious predators, but they lost their habitat due to global warming.

If there's global warming, why isn't it warm? John thought to himself. Warm, he remembered the feeling, just barely. Every time he'd light a fire, or when he felt the Sun's rays, he'd remember the long hot summers he took for granted. Sometimes, he felt he was in it. He could hear the cicadas buzzing, feel sweat drops on his forehead, feel fresh air on his arms and legs, and there would be birds, nice ones, squirrels too. Sometimes he would simply forget all of the lonely blizzard and just be in his fantasies. These fantasies, or as John called them, dreams-while-awake, were the only things with him in his lonely, icy world. But he often mistook them for reality, and sometimes, he couldn't get out of a dream, until something real found him. Still, even a bad dream was better than a cold nothingness.

But at that moment, he heard something. Barking, howling, snarling. Wolves, two hundreds of them, millions, billions, gazillions, all around the place. They were loud, as if inside his head. John spun around frantically, looking for them. Clueless, he ran in the direction he hoped he was going in. A strong gust of wind blew him down though, causing him to fall on his side. The howls were gone. Everything was quiet, except for the wind. But as he heard more clearly, it was more like thumping, pounding, and... a trumpet? John sat up to see a dark figure in front of him. It kept coming closer in closer. John tried crawling away, but his makeshift snowshoes made the task difficult. He got up, but was then knocked down by another gust of wind, but this one was not wind, it was hard.John coughed, being winded, not literally this time, by the blow. But when he looked up again, he saw quite the spectacle.

It was a giant, brown figure, like a huge turd, but it had giant horns pointing downward, and a long straw-like nose. An elephant? The last few elephants were kept preserved in secret locations in Africa, as they were being hunted to extinction for their ivory. What John didn't know about, however, was the war that took place because of it. It was a bit elephant shaped, this creature, but it didn't have big ears, but it had a huge nose, and it's horns were so much larger than the puny horns elephants had (though, John was constantly corrected that they were 'trunks'). Although, this creature was also scarier, as it glare and bowed it's head, like a bull. John wanted to run, but he couldn't. He was sinking into the snow, but it burned his skin. Lava, it had to be lava. John was about to cry for help, when the creature started running, right overtop of him. John was going to turn his head to get a good glance at the creature, when he was stepped on, by another! And another! A whole heard of these hairy creatures, no, an army! They all kept running, with no regard for the human dot under them, who continued to help in his pool of lava. All he could do is squirm about as he faced his torture.