He could feel the night chill gnawing at his flesh, debilitating in its cruelty, even as he tried to find shelter from the cold wind. There was little to be had underneath the old highway bridge, forcing the man to retreat back into the shadows, drawing the threadbare blanket tight around his shoulders with shuddering hands. Far above, vehicles raced across the causeway, a constant drone quenching all other sounds in the night, even the rivers rush seemed weak in contrast.
The voice caused him to jump in surprise, the abrupt motion causing the man to stagger across the gravel strewn ground. A purple tongue ran across cracked lips as he gazed into the darkness, spinning around in confusion, searching for the hidden speaker.
“What happened to you George?”
At once the tone was familiar, an echo from memory, and at the same time it was distant, cold and judg