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Dani was almost certain it was summer, that's what made the light fall of snow so jarring. He wasn't sure why he was laying propped against a tree. He'd woken up that way.
It was August, wasn't it? Why was it snowing?
He shook from head to toe. A shard of shrapnel was his only source of heat. It radiated a burning sensation from its place imbedded in his leg. That was his good side. Shame.
He laid his head back against the frosty wood of the tree trunk, his hair falling in his face. Dani sighed, then winced. It was pretty cold for August.
He could only hope his teammates were somewhere warmer, somewhere that white ashes didn't fall like snow the beach.
But as his eyes started getting heavier, he wasn't sure he remembered any of their names.