Talk:Yeti/@comment-30537375-20160214062349

You're heading up a mountain to a village in the valley to give it food, clothes, and supplies. The reason is because you grew up and love everyone there. Everyone knows one another and all were kind hearted to anyone who comes by the village. Taking the usual path is difficult than usual due to the blizzard. But you remained headstrong and head to the village.

You're afraid that you're now lost in the middle of the blizzard and decide it's best to wait for it to pass. Probably the best and worst idea. Best because if you continue on in this, you'll end up no where and worse because waiting here will let the cold kill you. You wrap yourself with a blanket and sit there. Slowly you can see the tunnel vision. You have lost feeling through your entire body, you only feel the cold but even that's going away.

This is it. The snow will bury you alive. Your eyes close and take your last breath of air. Death doesn't feel cold. It's nice and warm. It's like a hug. "I hope I'm not too late. Please warm up fast. Please warm up fast."

What happens next guys?