My breath fogs with every exhalation, but I don't dare turn on the heater. I've only a cupful of gasoline left. They say you should stay with the vehicle so rescuers can find you. I wouldn't step outside for anything. The ice, the skid, the snowdrift: all irrelevant. No, it was those faces I glimpsed in that moment of the crash. White-furred, leathery gray flesh, ape-like brows and teeth.
But most of all, the eyes, those glinting black eyes. God, the hatred...
I won't budge. I'm sure they'll find me, come morning.
What's left of me.
Those eyes promised me that.
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