Snowy Death

The windows were starting to freeze up and the temperature continued to drop outside. Snow was layering up quickly and before we knew it the bus was completely covered. The heater was still working fine but we don't think there is enough gas to last the night.

John: What are we going to do when the gas runs out?

Ty: Let's not worry about that right now. Do you want some hot chocolate?

John: I would love some.

He pours water into two mugs and heats it for a few minutes. Then, he dumps two packets of mix in and puts a few marshmallows on top. He handed one to me and sat back down with his own.

John: Thank you.

Ty: Not a problem. Maybe it will warm you up.

John: Hopefully.

He scooted even closer to me and we are now huddled together extremely close. Both of us were warmer and happier this way. The bus was now so dark that you could only see and inch ahead of you.

John: I have a fear of the dark.

Ty: I am next to you so you’re alright. Don't be afraid.

John: Trying not to, but the images in my head tell me something different.

Ty: Push them away. Think of our walks in the woods or when we would sneak off to this bus so we could be together.

John: Got it. Do you know when the snow will stop?

Ty: Do we have the laptop?

John: Yeah, I shoved it in my coat.

Ty: Can I see it for a moment?

John: Yeah.

I hand over the laptop which is a bit slower because our box is in the house. He went to the weather site where there was an alert. This alert said that the temperature and snow is dropping alarmingly fast. It said to stay inside, keep warm, and if you have to go out wear warm clothing because frostbite is common.

John: Well I don't think we are safe.

Ty: Me neither.

John: What do we do?

Ty: We have to stay, it would be more dangerous if we tried to leave.

John: Why am I always scared?

Ty: Just who you are and it gives me a reason to be closer to you.

John: You don't need a reason to do that, you just do it.

Ty: True. I do believe that this bus will run out of gas soon and we might have to run back to our home. And I have a feeling my power will not work in this snow.

Just as he said this the bus's power went out and the heater stopped. We felt the chill start to creep in.

John: Ty?

Ty: I guess the time is now.

John: No, Ty I cannot do this, the snow has to be at least three feet high and the winds have to drop the temperature even lower.

Ty: You know we have to because we will freeze in here. Take my hand and we can run there in two minutes.

John: I am slower than you, so you run ahead of me.

Ty: I don't think I could do that.

John: Keep your head down and keep your hands in your pockets.

Ty: Can do, ready?

John: No, but let’s go.

I saw him open the doors of the bus, a blast of cold wind hit so hard it knocked up down. Ty began to run and I was a few steps behind him before I tripped and fell. The snow toppled down on my body. Icey chills sent up my whole body, my legs and head were numb.

Ty Point of view:

I made it the entrance but John is not behind me. Maybe he stayed at the bus or maybe he got stuck. My legs are going numb but there is no way I will sit and warm up until he is sitting next to me. I turn around and scream his name to which I got no answer and I knew something was not right. Retracing my steps I found a pile of snow that was blocking the path and the more I looked I noticed his shoes. Not caring how cold my hands are I start throwing the snow to uncover his unconscious, frozen body. Quickly, I race back to our home and block up the door. And I try to heat the place up by boiling some water. John was covered in frost and everything was cold. I tried to find a pulse but there was not one, he was dead. I held him and just cried. He was the only person I could tell everything to and the only person I ever loved. A tear of mine hit his face and John sat up with a big breath. I hugged him tighter than I ever have and I never wanted to let go. Nothing could explain what just happen, he was dead and now I am sitting looking at his bright blue eyes staring at me.

John: You might want to loosen your grip on me, I think you may break a rib or two.

Ty: Sorry, I thought you were dead.

John: Clearly not, you would not loose me that easy.

We sit there trying to keep warm and nothing could take my grip off him. I did not want to lose him again. His body is still ice cold so I put rags dipped with warm water on him. I kissed his ice cold lips and we sit there trying to survive the night.