Ivory loosened her fatigued eyes with a gasp and shut them almost immediately. She was laying on her back, drenched and shrunken. She let out a loud groan and turned to her left with clattering teeth.
It was as if the borders encompassing her were the north pole. She forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry. She couldn't tell where she was or what time of the day it was. All that mattered was that she was freezing to death and the clattering of her teeth was the only sound her ears could pick.
Ivory realised that if she stayed down for much longer, she'll be a corpse so she must get up and find warm shelter even though all she needed at that point was help.
She pressed her eyes against each other as her brain picked up a burning sensation. Ivory felt as if a large load was placed on
