Luke aimlessly wandered. His body and bones were so chilled, he shuddered. Fire. He needed fire. Shelter. He started breaking some branches off trees, shook off their snow. His fingers had lost all color, his nails were blue.
“This is all my fault,” he shuddered. A warm tear spilled over his cheek. It was almost soothing on his cold skin.
He took the bundle of wood, and stumbled on with it, until he found a large rectangular rock in the middle of a circle of trees. Maybe he can use the rock as shelter against the wind. He stacked the wood in a tower-like structure. Then added some grass underneath. He took a lighter from his pocket, that at least, he had. But it wouldn’t light. And in his inebriated state, he couldn’t understand that the wood was wet from snow.
“Oh great. The universe w
