There was a cold north wind blowing across the windswept Yukon tundra. I felt the extreme cold creeping into my bones, but still I pressed on. I knew that there was nothing but death to be had if I stayed put. So I struggled on through the cold, with the nagging fear of death in the corners of my mind. My clothes though they would have been considered heavy and warm by many, offered little protection against the icy biting wind.
My mind raced along as I walked, I was barely able to hold a thought for more than a minute or two, as my powers of concentration waned. I tried to retrace the events of the past few days in my mind in an attempt to remember all that occurred to get me in this mess...
I am a scientist, and I came out here as part of a team to study the environment and its animals. It was the chance of a lifetime to get to do something that many scientist's only dreamed of, or so I thought at the time. It was all so simple, I signed up for this project as soon as I heard about it, and was given the chance to go. In a matter of a few weeks they sent me all the information about the trip, and tickets for a flight to the city of Whitehorse, Yukon. I hoped on the plane and arrived at the airport, where another team member picked me up and drove me to a hotel. In just a couple of days we were all assembled and ready to head out for our expedition.
Just then a massive gust of wind blew across the tundra, causing me to shiver heavily again, which derailed my train of thought. Try as I might I couldn't pick up where I had left off, everything that occurred after that point it was all like a gray fog in mind. My senses were all feeling very dulled, and I continued to just trudge slowly along in silence. I feared the worst as it began to get late, and the sun was starting to go down...
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