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· I could feel the wind whip at my numb face. It was unbearable, I

could not live like this much longer. It had to be negative 20

degrees here with chest high snow that we had to trek through. I

could tell that none of the other people that survived could last

much longer either. Even though I could not see them through the

snow that seamed to be coming down in sheets, there was just a

feeling inside telling me that something bad was going to

happen… something ten times worse then the situation we are in

now. All of a sudden I faintly heard a voice that seamed like a

whisper compared to the sharp cutting sound of the wind, the

person was telling us that there was a cave near. A red spark went

up and we could tell through the snow storm that the cave was

near. As we approached the cave I felt something slip under my

feet… "Avalanche!" I yelled as loud as I could, I didn't know if

the others had herd me or if they felt it to...