Fresh snow lay on the ground, as the sound of boots crunching drew closer. He sat up, dazed, his last memory was foggy but it slowly returned in pieces. The Last thing he remembered was the blizzard and a low hanging tree branch… He slowly stood up instant regret greeted him. His vision blurred and darkened, colorful splotches appeared and disappeared, his hand came up to the back of his head, cradling it, while the other one held his forehead up. The incoming noise of boots brought a panic to his face and body, instantly tensing. He stumbled off in a random direction, not paying any mind to which direction or the potential consequences.