I open my eyes seeing a circle of trees veining the sky above me. The sun is cloudy and i realize I’m cold. I look to my left and see my bare arm outstretched in the snow, my hand bloody rabbing a fistful of snow. I look to my left and I don’t see my arm. I feel it at my side. Relief floods me. I draw my arms up to try and push myself upright at least in a sitting position. I feel cold flesh. I’m naked. In the snow and the cold, naked. My head pounds as I sit up. I lean forward and see blood slowly dripping onto my thigh. I lift my left hand to discover where the blood is coming from. My hair is gone. I have no hair. No, wait, that is where the blood is coming from. I bleed so much that the dried blood has made a cap over my head matting my short hair to my scalp. The blood seems to ooze from everywhere. I roll to my knees, and try to stand. I am so cold, the snow burns my hands and knees. I slowly pull myself up with some help from a tree.