(Friend)shipwrecked

I wake up in a wide tundra, the sky still gray, but at last I get to see something green. I've been walking around for a while now, trying to find someone who might have...

"What the hell am I doing..." I nearly drop down to my knees as I finally realize that no-one else propably met with an eldritch... thing and got sent to the middle of a cold wasteland. What even was that thing... I decide to rest for a bit.

I was expecting to freeze my butt off when sitting down on a rock, but so far as I can tell I can't feel the cold. My fingers sting a little, but no cold, in-fact I could only feel warm when touching my own skin. Maybe whatever I went through numbed my sense of cold?

I've been walking for I guess would be half an hour, but it honestly feels like a whole day is going by. Looking up it seems that the seasons changed when whatever happened, happened. Here I thought I could somehow enjoy summer...

After a while of walking I see something new, other than hills and rocks, a person falling from the sky. I excitedly begin running towards them, I could get to them before they died. I realize that I might be going insane as I try to reach them. They seem to be awake if the screaming is anything to go by.

As I finally begin to get close, I hear a thump and look to see their bloodied corpse on the tundra. "God damnit!" I nearly kick the corpse before holding myself back. I can't start losing myself, I need to keep myself together.

Maybe I can revive them?! I start trying to force air down into their lungs, looks like their legs are broken though. I can just carry them! I believe they must be alive, I can't take being stuck in the middle of nowhere after living a life alone. Looking closer I see he's a man in his thirties, maybe he could still be alive.

Spending a worthless hour trying to bring him up, I just sit down on the grass next to him. Decent clothes, although with a bit of snow.

I begin thinking of eating him, before shaking myself back to more humane thoughts. There has to be something I can do since I can't just leave his body hear. It's getting dark... I search my pockets for something to start a fire. Can't be too hard, right? I find nothing, aparently forgetting my lighter back home, but I decide that maybe looking through the corpse is a good idea.

Going into his pockets I just find loose change, some lint and a phone. But a phone would be pretty useless it seems as whatever brought Hell to Earth drained all the electricity.

I suddenly feel a sharp pain on my face as the 'corpse' suddenly punches me, can't blame him though. "The hell ya doing", he spoke loudly with a heavy accent. "Where da hell am I", he said as he kicked me in the stomach and backed away.

Trying to fight against my nerves I actually manage to say something. "I don't know!"

I wake up a few minutes later, after seemingly getting knocked out by the fine fellow carrying me over his shoulder. I try moving around but the man grips firmly around me. "Don't try squirming, ya hit yer head on a rock", he said despite me not feeling any different than when he apparently knocked me out, besides a cloth wrapped around my head. "Had to use some of my emergency supplies, be grateful."

How the hell is he walking?? I was sure his legs were shattered or snapped at least, so how did he heal this quickly. "I feel fine..."

"That's what my aunt would say whenever she broke her thumb, not letting a young guy do that sort of thing..." He kept carrying me, making sure to not let blood flow too much into my head. "So... How did you get here?"

I considered for a moment: last time I tried telling ANYTHING to some guy... or thing, I woke up in the middle of a tundra. "Why should I tell you?"

He grumbled something for a while after that. Maybe I should have told him something... He just kept walking, on and on. I'm pretty I'll throw-up before he'll talk to me again. Maybe I'll starve before he decides to talk to me. "I ran into a thing, it ate me and now I'm here..."

I drop down off his shoulder as he looks at me strugling to look up. "Was it's name Odin?"

What's a norse god got to do with this?

"No, I guess we got here by different means...", I sigh while looking at this man. His eyes seem to be an off white colour, he might be blind. I struggle to decide if I should ask about it, he might get mad at me.

"By the way, what's with the eyes?"

I turn to look at him, feeling like a sharp blade was run against my nerves. "What about them?"

He was quiet for a second or two while I nearly threw-up from the tensity. "It just looks like you're blind..."

I ghasped as I pulled out my dead phone, carefully looking at my reflection, seeing my dead grey eyes. I look at him, thinking now might be a good time to mention his eyes, though I nearly choked on myself. "It's the same with you..."

"What? Why didn't you say anything?" The man got closer to me, his steps being firm with interest.

"I don't know", I couldn't imagine why I'm like this. Always going through the same motions of not being able to say something obvious.

"In-fact, you should have bled-out a while ago!"

I get up, clearly we could at least get a conversation going like this. I decide to take a calm approach in contrast to him. "Well, when I found you, your legs were completely broken. You fell from the damn sky."

Mission failed...

This man looked puzzled, his eyes looking somewhere far past me. "This is too damn much for me..." He began walking away in the direction he was carrying me.

I chase after him or rather calmly walk to him, not knowing how easy he is to spook. "How is it that hard to imagine", I say as I realized that we either heal incrredibly fast or we can't die.

"Because today has been rough and I want to sleep somewhere now." He picked-up his pace.

My jaw feels so tight, propably from having to deal with an- "Old geezer...!" I spoke out loud, before trying to not make a sound.

He stomped.

I'm so dead...

But he soon kept walking, maybe just giving a warning. "Do you even know where we're going?"

"I do, in fact, know where I might be headed", he said while not looking back at me. I decide to keep my distance, but stay on the same general trail. "I think I came here on vacation once, but that's mostly a guess. At most I can firmly tell ya that I'm going south."

I stare at him in awe, mostly by simple shock from the almost passive defeated energy. But I guess no point in stopping, so I continue following this clearly more knowledgable man.

And so here I walk in my fancy suit, in the middle of the tundra, wanting to rip off my own stomach after walking for double the time I've been here. Though I have to admit, we are going somewhere as I spot a forest on the horizon. But I also see a mass of swirling snow in the far distance above the treeline.

"That's not normal..."

I try to think why this man, who knows how to knock someone out and tie them up, would consider a storm odd in this scenario of all things. "Why..." I can't think of anything else to do in my current cirmunstance.

"Well for one there shouldn't be tornados anywhere with tundra to my knowledge", he makes a good point. I didn't imagine him to be the knowledgable type, but who am I to judge. "And second, they don't seem to be moving around. And unless there's literally nothing around them, we should be seeing some more debris..."

"Alright... So we're propably not going there?"

He looked at me, giving a nervous look. I am officially in the arms of a madman.

"Please don't."

"It's not like we'll die."

"How is that any better?!"