I walked for days on end. I walked in the cold bitter snow and ice.

Eternal winter.

All I could hear was the moaning of the wind, the sound of death. All I could see was endless snow and ice and some rocks and trees. 

The omen of death everywhere. 

My feet were blistered and my hands were almost frozen. I was so tired, sleep beckoned me to lay down. But I had continue on, I had to reach it. My feet stumbled, I fell down. 

I blacked out.

I woke up, feeling warm arms incircle me. The arms were strong and firm.

                                                            I never felt safer in the arms of a murderer.