Snippet #2456810

Bahm let out a shaky sob, trying to muffle any painful screams that shocked his body. The blue-haired boy softly dabbed a bloody cloth at his wound with his cold-bitten fingers. His boots weren't keeping him warm, being a size to big and wearing no socks(which he painfully regrets). The clothing on his legs and back were now caked with dirty snow from falling, only his side and hands had frozen blood on it.
"Shouldn't of followed him" Bahm sobbed between pants, tucking his feet under him.
The cold air only seemed to grow colder as minutes past, the snoring of the drunk was gone, proberly gotten up and left, and the locking of people's doors appeared now and then. He remembered how his brother would fuss over him when he was younger, when he didn't come home fast enough when the tunnels began to become to cold to play outside in. When the people lock their doors.
Now he understand why, but something about the tunnels made him thrash and wiggle around, as if he was trapped in a small cage and he body ached to stretch out.
"Hello? Is anyone around here?" Bahm froze, looking to his left. The woman from the bar seemed curious, looking at the small amount of blood on the ground. Still being a child he was, a innocent offspring of humanity and the world, Bahm let out a cry, much like a pup's wail for help.
"H-Here!"