Snowman feels no pain

[Danetta]

We are snowmen. We can't feel pain, we can't die. You never truly think about your landing, it's hard to when you barely awake from cryptosleep. It comes later when you know that it's better not to wake up at all... or not? Whitney, Walls and Lu were not thinking about it. They already knew. They are snowmen, they can't feel pain, they can't die.

Piercing cold made itself felt very quickly, so it became clear that the emergency landing happened almost in the heart of the south pole. Survivors of former medic, man-at-home and vet moved towards survival. This story cannot be complete without mention of Alvine. Alvine is still here, under heavy mass of snow. He is a snowman too, that's for sure.

When snowman thinks about hunger — the food comes. Sometimes it's the best dinner in the world in your rich apartments. Sometimes it's an angry polar bear. We saved Alvine this time, but he lost his left eye. He is a very brave dog. When snowman thinks about cold — the heat comes. Sometimes it's the same as the food. We got really warm clothes from the skin of a polar bear, but there is a new snowman now above Alvine's grave. This one is made of snow and not of flesh.

We don't know how much time has passed since our arrival, but someone said it was about 3-5 days. Emergency pod appeared from nowhere and we knew we should do something about it. It was Walls' mother, heavy wounded and angry. We tried to save her, but something terrible happened. We didn't know for sure, because were not all near each other at the moment, but someone said Walls' mother tried to run into a cold desert absolutely nude, she clearly wanted to die. Yet Walls tried to save her from madness, but she lost her legs as a result. It was a huge blow, but Walls gave her food and tried to keep her room warm as much as possible.

If you have ever created a snowman — you know how it feels when some young boy comes and destroys it. You are never angry with them, it's a part of what makes them young boys, but sometimes you are a snowman and you don't want to be destroyed. We tried to get some food, but it seems like there was only one snowhare in the whole desert. However, that hunt saved us because we saw that young boy coming long before he arrived. He was armed and we knew it's a bad sign. We ambushed and killed him. It was our mistake. Two more young boys come shortly after him, but snowmen are strong, they can't feel pain, they can't die.

It's still warm inside, but there is a cold void in our hearts. It's a part of what makes you a snowman, you have to be cold. You can't die, but you can always melt. Whitney was the first one to melt. We prisoned her after her madness, but lost heavy pile of food due to that, if you can call these young boys "food".

When "someone" is melting, you have to be very careful. There is a set of basic rules. First, check if you are made of the same dough as "someone". Second, check if you are near "someone". If so, you are in danger. Walls was not in danger already, this time he suffered from the consequences of it. You may ask why Lu is not a figure in our story yet. She is. Snowman with rifle is always better than one without, and a single one who is not prisoned yet. We don't count those who can't walk. Snowmen can walk.

Soon Lu found one more snowhare. Not a big deal, though a very tasty one. Whitney and Walls are no longer snowmen. They are still alive, but have already melted, they don't need fresh snow. Snowmen never ask god for help, they are snowgods themselves. Lone wanderer comes with some items to trade, but only fresh snow can still hunger. We have enough money, but there is no one to buy something from. Well, sometimes flake and smokeleaf are good too.

She is alone now. She still has plenty of snow, enough for 15 days, from her friends — former snowmen, and plenty of drugs, enough for 7 days. She is not going to melt. Two more young boys. The rifle is her best friend. She doesn't want to harm anyone, she wants them to became snowmen too and to build even more great snowmen together, but it's a different story. She killed them, but not as clear and sharp as before. No, she is not melting, she is just different from this snow. Something red poured from her body and there are no other snowmen to be together. Wait.. there is one. Last one near Alvine's grave. She can do it. Only quarter kilometer away from her room. Hard to breathe when your lung is shot through. Last dose of drugs, last snowman, a lot of fresh food for polar bears, and the longest quarter kilometer in anyone's life.

The story is over here. You may ask if she made it. Yes, she did, I saw it with my own eyes, closer and closer and then she was touching me in her last seconds. She has not melted, no, she is not like all the others.

We are snowmen. We can't feel pain. Yet we still can die.