This time, he didn’t move. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he left his head down on the cold ground, his arms and legs splayed out erratically to the side as if he had been shot. Tears began to well up inside of him as he contemplated giving up for the first time in his short career.
“What was the point?” he asked himself while lying there, prone and lifeless. ”Maybe this will be my final resting place?” he pondered as his body temperature dropped, rapidly and unchecked.
Drawing upon what little reserve of spirit he had left in his body, he slowly picked his head up off of the ground, dirt and snow covering the side of his face, and looked ahead to see if his partners were still within sight.
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