The Survivor's Pack

The snow was gone, but the air was still bitterly cold. The ground remained too hard to dig into, so the bodies stiffly lined up on top of the frozen earth.

The calendar in my mind did not match the one etched to my soul. Was it one week ago that I bolted from Kaylee’s tent, gagging over the sight of her bloody nose?

Jacob used a clothespin to stop the bleeding. What good will that do? None. She died only an hour later.