The water began filling the boat. The dead attached to the bow were fighting off the others, but it was no use; the boat was being pulled under by those already in the river. Up through the belly, the hands were cracking the ice making the hole larger. Standing ankle deep in the water, I became entrapped when everything froze. With bony fingers, I scraped against the ice, but it was too solid. With the water up to my waist, I could not feel my legs anymore. More of the dead arms were gripping the edge of the ferry and pulling it under. The water crept up my chest, constricting my lungs and stomach. I tried to keep my arms upright in order to avoid them being trapped, but the dead arms gripped each of my wrists and forced them down into the frozen sludge. Locked in place, I could only wait
