Sara's breath came out in shallow gasps. She was trapped. Her body was frigid with cold. She wanted to get up. She couldn't get up. Her eyes were frosted shut. Her lungs took less of the icy air with each breath. She was going to die here. Wherever here was.
Sara lay back in the cold coffin, kicking out hard until her leg struck a piece of jagged metal. She winces, feeling the sting of rushing blood almost instantly.
She fell back with a moan, intaking another mouthful of snow. Then she heard soft scratching sound. Sara clears the frost in her eyes and pushes away some snow. She struggled against the cold weight pushing her shoulders down, fighting to get to the surface where someone above might be waiting. It was after awhile when she finally pushed
