1 prologue

it was winter, the snow was falling non stop, no human being would step outside normally, but this was not a normal situation.

why, I made sure to buy extra beer, well this is tenth day since I have barricaded myself in my apartment, I was bound to run out but who could have thought I'd drink that much, why this cursed blizzard doesn't end

there is only one choice for me, I have to go and buy some.

a menacing mode radiated from his body, his aura shouted I want to stick myself to the heater, but not drinking was not an option. he buried himself on whatever warm clothing he had and walked towards the door he slowly opened it to regulate the temperature of the room with that of the outside, just like what scuba divers do when they want to get used to the pressure, he then carefully stepped outside.

it seemed god was trying to make a prototype for a cold hell, his feet froze instantly but he had to keep going for the glory of the beer he said. luckily for him a super market was just on the other side of the street he lived on.

on a normal day the time spent for a trip to supermarket and back would be around 5 minute but this time it will probably take 8 maybe 7 if I push myself, but I have to continue, there is too much pressure on me, what should I do

no normal person could have withstand this cold, but he was full of determination he muttered. for the glory of alcohol, however even determination would runout, he had to somehow stop or at least lessen the leak, suddenly a brilliant idea stroke him, since the ancient times it was a custom among women to mutter a magic word to control the hellish pain of childbirth.

hip hip hoo, hip hip hoo, hip hip hoo, just ten more step hip hip hoo, HIP HIP HOO

he grabbed the handle and ravishly opened the supermarket door. the warm temperature inside the supermarket was like washing your sorrows away in a hot water bath after a hard day of work.

sir?

this is bliss

excuse me sir please move from in front of the door

hah oh sorry,

the store clerk woke him up, he knew the sooner he reaches home the better but he was still a bit bothered by the clerk shattering his moment.

beer, beer, beer, aha, no this one is alcohol free, beer, beer, finally.

he bought the golden drink so the initial objective was complete but he still had a long way until home, about 3 minute. he tried to regulate the temperature again but with an angry store clerk he was facing he couldn't have spent much time, although he tried his best.

he was again in a cold hell, but he had a plan for the second phase of his operation, he pulled out a lighter from his pocket

I was saving your fuel for the last part of my journey. he lit the lighter and with its small flame he kept his hands warm.

ah what am I seeing is this a hallucination?, so much alcohol, hey don't extinguish, let me see that hallucination again.

his lighter had ran out of fuel, he tried to light it time after time but there is no beating a dead horse, and the fact that he was standing in the middle of the road couldn't help nor the fact that a Kenworth T680 truck was heading towards him to top that the driver was drunk, not mentioning the fact that the snow had completely blinded the already drunk driver.

later in the police report they wrote that he had died instantly a piece of his rib cage bone had penetrated his heart and the trauma had knocked him out.

his story had ended, on earth