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move out of my blankets, I only chewed on snow and a few more remaining gummy worms. I wasn’t that hungry anymore and I was out of flesh anyways. The carracat that had broken into the ranger shed had taken my last big chunks of meat and the soup I had made was gone.
    Light snow fell around me but my energy had dissipated to where I couldn’t even shift myself under a vehicle or one of the trees on the side of the road. To shield my body from the elements I threw the blankets over my head and breathed in my own breath inside my stuffy cave.
    Whoever I was, I was alone now. Any friends I may have had were dead, days and days back in that resort town. Perhaps I should have stayed there, there had been enough dead bodies to last me months. But there were ravers around, and though up here it was cold and frozen... the mad subhumans seemed to be long gone.
    The next morning I was woken by the sensation of being yanked again and again, and on top of that, and odd pinging noise. I opened my eyes but found they were covered in sticky goop. I managed to pull them off of my eyelashes to see what was going on.
    Deek was in front of me, his teeth clipping and nipping the corner of the trunk hood. He was trying to pull it with just his mouth.
    “Sorry, Deek,” I rasped. Then, as my lungs filled with the icy winter air, I coughed and rubbed my fluid-crusted face. He looked at me and wagged his tail, his tongue hanging out in happiness that I had woken up.
    With shaking, weak hands I clipped the leads back onto his jacket and, showing off the advanced intelligence I was only beginning to realize he had, he started to pull me once again.
    A while later I was jarred out of my half-conscious state by the metal underneath me bumping and scraping along. I pulled the blankets off of my face and saw the highway behind me with thick trees on either side. The trunk cover leaving a unique imprint as it bumped and slid over the unbroken ground.
    I poked my head underneath the dog’s legs to get a view of where he was taking me, but all that filled my vision was the same as what was behind: huge black trees with many spindly branches, rough brush, and the highway. All of this framed by the slight dusting of snow that fell lightly around us.
    I sighed at this and resigned myself to my fate. It wasn’t like I could tell the dog where to take me; I didn’t know where to go...
    The world around me was too far away for me to care; I didn’t even feel the cold anymore. My entire body was a single entity of throbbing pain, most of it centered around my head and the large gash that seemed to be the root of all of my problems. There was no use being upset, or trying to remedy the error in the dog’s thinking – I was at his mercy and where he was bringing me would be where I ended up.
    And where I died perhaps.
    I wondered if I would be missed, or if all of my friends had died in that resort. Maybe it was stupid not to have died with them. Though I knew it wasn’t in my nature to quit, if that had been the person I was before – I wouldn’t have made it this far.
    Absentmindedly I wiped my nose and flicked the string of red and snot onto the white ground. I squinted hard as white dots appeared in my vision and closed my eyes as the vertigo took me again. Feeling a jolt of nausea start to swell in my gut I groaned, hearing the sled scraping against the snow. Though as the hours went on the sounds of the world around me faded, and all I heard was the blood roaring through my ears.
    Time dissolved around me into a muddled pool, sights and sounds mixed and stirred into one another becoming nothing more than background noise. I don’t know how long or even how many days I stayed in that trunk cover. I just knew sometimes the dog stopped and sometimes he didn’t. Oddly I was aware of times when I was in the trunk lid and he wasn’t there, I think I unhitched him sometimes or maybe he could do it himself now. The rope I had recovered had once been a