text: With every passing day, it becomes harder and harder to get up and force yourself to keep going. The snow is falling heavily now, and your brain is preoccupied with fantasies of food. Tree bark isn't edible, is it? No... Maybe? You're having trouble clearing your head and focusing on the road ahead of you. Starvation is making you dizzy, and before you know it, you're lying face down in the ash and snow.
  
  
  No, you can't let it end like this. You have to get up and keep moving. Death is not an option!
  
  
  But the snow is so soft, almost warm to the touch. Your eyes are heavy. You're not sure if you really should keep soldiering on, or if you should just sleep and let the cold envelop you.
  > You no! What are you doing?! Get up, idiot!
  What you once considered your will to survive shouts at you inside your head. "Just get up already! Don't give up like this!" But its voice is tiny now and difficult to make out, and your body is so exhausted that you are physically incapable of any movement. In a last ditch effort, you think to yourself, "Is this what Cameron would want you to do?"
  
  
  Suddenly, the memory comes back to you. Your older brother, and that old name of his you'd almost forgotten. The bridge. The blur. The content smile before the final CRACK. He'd wanted you to come with him. He didn't want to leave you here to fend for yourself, but he didn't protest when you couldn't bring yourself to do it. But now...
  
  
  You close your heavy eyes, with that same content smile on your lips, and you drift off into a deep sleep. Dreams of an old life with your older brother flood your mind before everything fades to nothing.