.So cold;; [Open]

[Paul Schmid]

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Crowded streets are clear away one by one,
Hollow heroes separate as they run,
You're so cold keep your hand in mine,

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There must be a song for a snow to go away, right?

The road piled itself up with snow again, and to be honest he was getting tired of the never ending snow that fell without stop. He couldn’t tell what day of month or day it was anymore, or just forgot…. The whole world seemed as if it stopped on the month of the December, but if the time itself did stop Paul might’ve stopped growing and probably would wake up again to see events being re-winded before his eyes like a video tape; however, this was reality. To be honest, he was actually really scared of how long this winter would last.

The road main road that led to his apartment was blocked off by police. They said snow level was too high for him to cross, added with obvious environmental hazards of course. His arm and leg muscles turned into a mush after working long tiring hours in the steelworks factory. Paul’s job was to load steel into the cargos for shipping, and he didn’t know why people needed so much steel at this middle of winter. Hell, as long as the job paid he worked for the money. The depressing snow was still falling.

Falling…. Constantly falling.

At this rate Paul would eventually forget what the sun, blue skies, and white clouds looked like. Several plants, animals, and people just started to die as if this was a beginning for a new ice age that will become the death of the mankind. Everyone was just in a position where every men and women for themselves, hell, it wasn’t the lack of supplies that were killing them. It was the long cold winter that have lasted for years. He wondered if this was the only town being affected by this tragedy, but he doubted it.

Then a bony hand colored dark purple from sheer cold grabbed onto the seams of his jeans, which obviously got the young man’s attention. The man’s face was dark, cold, shivering in terror of the waiting his miserable death in the cold. The man’s desperate grip to survive was weak and shaky. This clearly told Paul that the man didn’t eat anything for past few days and his terrible hygiene made him irk a little. Unfortunately, even if Paul did want to do something for him he couldn’t do anything to save this man’s pitiful life. The strange sense of pity and guilt overwhelmed him like a tidal wave from a tsunami; to see a fellow man die out in the streets in cold was hapless.

Without any words Paul stared at the man with a sense of compunction before shaking the grip off of the seams of his jeans. And without turning back he just kept walking towards the exit of the alleyway. He took a look at the each of the face of the homeless, and in their eyes he saw sorrow and fleeting depression within their sad eyes. Even though he was bad at reading facial expression of people, but he couldn’t help but notice their sadness.

Once more, the survival became the key factor to live within this world. Strong lived and weak would die out; although it was a sad concept it was true in a situation like this, and he had to survive. Not just for himself, but his mother who was suffering just as much as they did.

"There must be a song for a snow to go away, right?" He asked himself.

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Notes;; O shi- first rp thread get!
Song used;; Halo ODST ost - Rain