The winter had continued for 3 months more than expected. We had run out of food, and the blizzards were still going strong. People started dying off soon after, the survivors had no choice but to cannibalize the remains of their sisters, brothers, sons and daughters. I also took part in cannibalizing my fellow man. I regret my decision now and wished I had just died then along with the others.
When we ran out of corpses to eat we decided to start marching through the ice and snow in hopes of a new land. The cold dry wind was all I felt as I walked slowly through the snow covered plains. Everyone who was with me had perished by now. They all were lying in the snow behind me for miles, on and on. Everyone from my village had perished except for me and the girl on my back.
I walked for what felt like years, until my legs gave up and all I could do was lie in the snow. The girl had stopped talking a few hours ago. I think she died, but it would have been too much to take her off my back. Not like it mattered now anyways. Everyone from my village had perished from hunger or cold. Like a miracle from god the blizzard cleared up. The last thing I saw was a cold and lonely mountain in the far distance. It looked so peaceful.