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hopes of finding civilization starting to fade with the winter sun. Not even the dog was around to keep me company; he had taken off to go find a town... or a new owner. Whatever one came first I guess.
    That night I was a bit more comfortable, and proud at how far I had managed to walk even with my migraine attacks. I found shelter in the back of a semi and was even treated to a couple of wooden pallets which I broke up for firewood.
    Slowly I stripped off my clothes and warmed them by the fire, when I had nothing on me but a blanket I took a chunk of thigh I had been storing in the knapsack and roasted it over the flames until it was dripping grease. Enjoying my more comfortable night I sang a few songs to myself, though that was more from loneliness than just wanting to express my contentment.
    Well, buddy, you know your name is Jade; you have that going for you... I knew I would remember the rest of it eventually; it seemed to be tickling the very tips of my brain. But I had gotten bashed on the head rather hard so I understood if my brain was taking its time getting the gears running again.
    I hope the asshole who bashed my head was dead. One of those faceless, limbless corpses I had harvested for meat and warm clothes.
    That night I was hit with another migraine, one that once again had me clenching and hitting myself on the head to try and kick it. The intense, blinding pressure that seemed to be centered behind my eyes. Like a rabid beast running rampant inside of my brain, bashing itself against my skull like it was a battering ram . It was such a horrendous pain I felt like gouging my own eyes out just so I could relieve some of the pressure.
    That morning the dog still hadn’t returned. I gathered up my stuff, all alone, and carried on down the snowy, lonesome road; only my whistling breaking up the sedated silence around me.
    I coughed and felt a scratching behind my throat. I rubbed my chest and pulled up a hoody that was on one of the jackets I was wearing. I drew the draw strings up tight enough that I was now breathing through the cloth.
    Because... my lungs were shit. My brow furrowed as I remembered this small nugget of information about myself. Yeah, my lungs were shit... I used to get pneumonia every winter; last winter was especially bad.
    Last winter... I was here last winter, in the greywastes. I remember being on a four-wheeler and being so cold I thought I was going to die. My clothes were soaked and I was shivering.
    Perhaps every winter I get dropped off here and that’s why I’m sick.
    I coughed again and trudged through the snow, a layer of crispy ice coating the top of the snow like a shell. My boots crunched every time I stepped down like I was breaking through a crust of bread.
    At least it hadn’t snowed more.
    As evening approached I hit my biggest jackpot yet. An abandoned shack! I didn’t have the energy or the drive to do it but deep down inside I was jumping up and down with excitement. I wasn’t sure what kind of shack it was; there were only mountains and the occasional old logging road. I think it might’ve been a ranger station or something. Well, whatever it was for I didn’t really care. The peaked roof was still up and there was an intact window that was good enough for me.
    Just as I was getting the boards off of the shack I felt the first drops of rain. I kicked the door open and immediately my nostrils flooded with the smell of musty wood.
    I brought out my assault rifle and looked around cautiously. The shack had been stripped down to the insulation and the studs, most of the wooden paneling had already been burned for firewood. There was a small little stove in the corner and a musty, sour smelling mattress. It was all only three rooms with the room off to the side looking like a kitchenette and the one to the right, a bathroom.
    My boots crunched against the floor, plaster from the ceiling coming off in large chunks, spilling the electrical wiring from the holes like