The temperature was brutally cold and the snowflakes felt like glass as it fell. Ben limped through the grass as quickly as he could. The pain was nearly unbearable and his vision was failing him. Ben was amazed that he had ever looked at these malevolent things with wonderment. He peered painfully through the icy wind and spotted two large, bent figures. Maybe they had a place to stay until this torture was over. Ben tried his best to speed forward before pain knocked him into unconsciousness, but his front left paw was about to give out. Ben continued to limp onward but he knew he wouldn't make to the two of them in time. His body trembled uncontrollably, almost spasm-like. His black fur was coated in frost. He tried to take one final step and he fell directly into the snow. Ben shrieked in pain as the ice pierced directly through his pelt and the cold seeped through his body. His eyelids had become like weights and he had no strength to keep them open. As his eyes shut he let out one more cry hoping someone would hear it. Ben smiled as he lie there "This is a good place to die" he thought, everything went black.