He bit back his hunger and the rising urge to vomit.
No time for feeling hungry, he had to get out of the snow if he were to survive.
Where the hell was he?
Also, a gnawing feeling that was growing in his gut, not unlike his hunger, but more sinister.
Something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
It was almost as if...
Blinded by the oncoming snow, he came upon the sea almost as suddenly as it came upon him.
Strong, wet, and made colder by the deep of winter.
And in that moment it hit him.
He had forgotten who he was.
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