The winter winds screeched and howled with a bitter force as the man trudged through the snow.
Snow engulfed him up to his knees. Snow crept into the tears his worn-out boots bore, and it chilled the soles of his feet numbingly. His knees ached, but he ignored the pain and trudged on.
The tattered uniform he had on his bruised body did little to stop the relentless chill. It pricked him down into his bones like a thousand tiny needles.
He craved to quench his thirst, but with something hot and sweet.
And he knew better not gorge on the snow- that would freeze his innards all the faster. So he remained straight on his haphazard path.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach with its jaws and sapped a good deal of his strength.
A month passed since he deserted the army. He had enough of being mere cannon fodder in a war that concerned him not and he understood not. If he was caught and hanged for his crime, so be it, he mused recklessly. Better to die at a noose, for life lived in anticipation of de