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“Damn it!” This is the third time Wilson has tried to leave base to find food only to start freezing halfway and had to turn back.
He finally made it back to his camp but only to be greeted the few possessions he had left laying around a dwindling fire. He needed to find something quick to burn before the fire burns out.
Wilson looked around hoping that maybe a new patch of grass has grown only to see the same things he’s been staring at for the past couple of days; an empty bird trap, his razor, some stones, and an axe.
Wait! That’s it! Wilson thought. His razor! He could shave his beard and use it as fuel. Wilson quickly grabbed the razor and began shaving as quickly as possible, then threw the hair in the fire.
“Nice and comfy” Wilson stated as he sat down next to the fire, but that feeling of being content was short lived as dusk slowly began to start. It became apparent that he wouldn’t last the night.
All Wilson could do was watch the fire slowly go out and wait to either freeze or be maimed by Charlie. Whichever comes first but then Wilson eyed his razor on the ground.
“I could just…”He reached down and grabbed it.
“I just can’t freeze again... Not again” Wilson’s teeth chattered.
“I’ll just come back and it will be warm again. A fresh start…”Wilson held the razor up to his wrist.
“I’m just tired of being cold” Wilson dragged the razor across his wrist.
“…back to day one” Wilson lied down and his eyelids slowly became heavier. But just as soon as he was to let he heard footsteps, Wilson looked up at the heavily shadowed figure.
“What did you do?” stated the figure.
Wilson peered up at the voice.
“M- Maxwell?” but that’s all Wilson could mutter before he finally passed out.