I walked until the sun was fully up, casting long, blue shadows across the snow.
My legs moved mechanically, pistoning through the drifts, fueled by an energy that didn't belong to me. I wasn't tired. I wasn't cold. I wasn't hungry.
I was full.
That was the horror of it.
I had been walking for hours in freezing temperatures without a hat or gloves, and I felt… good. I felt vibrant. My senses were dialed up to a painful degree. I could hear the heartbeat of a squirrel in a tree fifty yards away. I could see the individual crystals of ice on a pine needle.
It was the feeling of a battery charged to 200%.
It was the feeling of Guilermo.
I stopped by a frozen ridge overlooking the valley that separated Oakhaven from the Grey Lands. I leaned against a boulder, gasping, not for air, but f
