Chapter one: Memories of the cold days

Clink clank clink clank

Smosh Smosh Smosh

Those where the sounds of the cooking utensils hitting each other, attached to the big bag, it usually caused me problems attracting nuisance, the snow today was heavy, my legs literally sinking inside, that's also why the sounds produced by those annoying but needed cooking tools.

"Huff..." Breathing out a condensed white mist of air, I looked around my surroundings, this feeling wasn't new, it was like in the middle of no where, where to go, where to find food, where to sleep, and mostly where to feel secured wasn't given, no direction, absolute nothing.

The buildings are all covered in snow, everywhere is white, but it was once said, this territory or country as the call had rarely or never experienced such cold, but since the fall, it has started snowing and had never stopped.

Smosh Smosh Smosh

They more I move forward, the harder it becomes, they snow is to thick, and judging by the weather, they might be a storm tonight, bringing out my compass, the niddle has not stop rotating all circle round.

"Still not far enough..." Pocketing back the compass, I look around once more, but this time, I need to find a shelter for the night, after walking for this long, my legs are frozen, can't feel my tools, which isn't good sign, need to light fire early or else I might be killed by the weather, even if my body is stronger than the average kids and youths, it would not kill to be always prepared for the worst.

"Hmm..." A building looked perfect, glasses where still there, even if it look collapsed, it would be good for a night rest, searching for an entrance, ended up digging downward, the entrance was buried inside the ground, breaking the half emerged door, I forced my bag inside and entered the building, I new the snow would condemned the entrance, but at least, I was sure nothing would enter at night fall.

"Good, time to a thorough inspection of the zone" placing my heavy bag at the corner, I took out the shotgun, and loaded it with iron balls and broken nails.

"Starting to get out of bullets ha..." Looking at the gun, I needed to reach a gathering point very fast, or else things would become hard for me.

This building had four floors, first one, which has the entrance has already been covered by the snow, blocking access to it inside, compared to outside, this place looks relatively warm, a gun pointing forward and my short dagger always position in an accessible way I can grab easily in a situation of danger, I explore the crumbling foundation.

Opening the door to a room, I inspect it inside, bed, RAS, wardrobe, cleared, behind the door, nothing, okay, next room, just as the first, I inspect all the zone, rooms, toilets and hidden areas.

"Hufff hufff..." Warming my fingers, I wore back my gloves, the last room, need to finish fast, it's getting dark, and places are becoming colder.

Creak...

Don't like this sound...

The head of the gun was the first to look inside, as I gradually open the door, but soon...

Dang!

"Shit!" He cursed trying to pull back the gun but it's useless, something had literally shot at it and held it on the wall, staring at the gab, he saw what look like a hand.

He immediately left the gun, and send his hand behind his back, and took out a hidden pistol who hanged on his bell, and directed it towards the hand.

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets where enough to force they think to leave the gun, holding the falling gun with the right-hand, he kicked the door open and saw a half rotten and pale woman who held onto the bleeding hand, the coagulated blood hardening as she bled.

"Kyaaaaaa!" The woman scream and pounced on him in fury.

Bang!

With the help of the gun shot she was send flying to the wall, and the this sound could be heard as the body collided with the floor, it wasn't over, she was not alone.

What once look like a man crawled with his hands in other to attack the boy, the boy release the grip he had on the shotgun and showed the small pistol targeting the man's head.

Bang! Thud!

Putting back the short gun in his bell behind his back, he made sure to hide it, he held the shotgun with two hands and went further to inspect the body.

"Kyrrr kyaaa crrr" he heard a strange sound and his gun immediately targeted towards the origin, on the crumble bed, he stared at the death corps of the woman with the missing head, and the man missing his down body parts, he came closer to the origin of the sound.

"..."" He stared at the rotten skin producing purse and maggots and green spots of the baby, the baby kept twitching and chewing on a finger, he turn and stared at the man's hand, sure enough, fingers where missing in his hands, he took out the pistol once more and pointed at the baby.

"Sorry..." He did not feel sorry at all, no had any particular feelings towards the living corps, he just did so because, someone he once knew did they same for each person or child killed by the pistol.

Bang!

The body stopped twitching and the flesh rapidly decomposed realising a horrible scent, the boy wore his cloth and tighten it around his nose. Closing the door behind him, he walked back to the entrance.

His hands where getting warmer, he used the dry wood available and which did not turn humide because of the cold, but the where hard to collect, he light a fire and took out a food can, he ate quietly in the dark while contemplating his next move.

After finishing up the can, he open a book and tried improving his reading, but he could not focus, the people up he just killed had awaken some deep memories within him.

Closing his eyes, he took out the pistol and remove the bullets leaving one inside, he turn the magazine and directed the head towards his own head.

The past memories rapidly flash as his expression contorted in pain and agony, tears almost falling down, he did not want to remember their faces, no, don't dig into those memories, his finger pressed and the sound of the trigger was heard.