The footprints in the snow suddenly ended and she knew then and there that she was a going to die out here. She was going to die here in the bleak and windy night, alone.
She stumbled, her coordination finally failing, and fell face first into the snow. With a grunt she turned her head to the side, but made not other attempt at movement. The wind was howling all around her, blowing ice crystals through the tundra like tiny shreds of glass.
This wasn't how she pictured dying. She expected to go out with a BANG! Saving a little boy, rescuing someone from a burning building, taking the bullet for some soul, anything but this. But really, isn't this how life goes, she thought to herself. She knew life wasn't fair, the good died young and evil prospered. However, she never thought she would be the victim, the youth that would die before their prime.
She couldn't feel her fingers, or most of her outer extremities for that matter. She giggled as the thought, whether it was from the hypothermia or her hysteria of knowing her end was near, she didn't know. She tried to move her hand to see if it was there. It took several painful tries but eventually she was able to fling her hand near enough to be in her range of vision. It was puffy and blue, and possibly black, though she couldn't tell in the eternally black night.
She thought it funny that she wasn't bothered by this, but that thought faded soon enough.
Her breathes were coming slower and slower, and her heart couldn't keep going for long. She briefly wondered what people would think when they found her, if they found her at all. No one knew where she was and it was unlikely they would find her after it stopped snowing.
She felt the darkness grab her firmly and pull her towards its' depths. Maybe it wasn't so bad, she thought, in the darkness there is no more cold or hurt. Her last thought before succumbing to the dark abyss was that she never really told her friends and family how much they meant to her, and it made her sad. The sadness quicly dissipated as unconsciousness took hold.
She lay in the ever deepening snow as the night went on.
No one would know she was gone until the next day and by then it was far too late. Her body was never found and her loved ones mourned, but eventually moved on but did not forget.
Years later she was an urban legend to warn kids and but a wisp of a memory.
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