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What had been pounds of snow toppling over each other had slowly turned into a light dusting of snow settling over damp mush that can just be considered grass, still the wind howled in her ears loud enough that she's sure she could mistake it for a pack of angry wolves. Dead leaves crunched under her raggedy sneakers as she continued her winding path through the towering trees. While the thick bunches of trees helped to shield her from the wind, it still bite sharply through the fabric of her stolen jacket and paint-stained jeans, leaving a lingering ache and making her pale skin blush the same red of her shoes.
She looks up, blinking against the freezing breeze to see through glossy eyes, the mountains. They loom in the distance, growing bigger with every unstable step she forces out of her shaking body. They seem to be watching over her, and she can almost see the eyes observing her journey. Her vision blurs in a dull mix of dark brown, deep green, and blue tinted gray and she has to bring her head back down, staring at the blinding crystal snow and the pathetic grass peeking out from under it.
The wind continues to whistle its secrets in her ears, creating a thrumming noise that echoes so she can't pull sounds from it. She keeps trudging forward even as her legs threaten to give out. She pulls the jacket tighter around her thin frame, folding the sleeves around her near unmovable hands. Her body is going numb and her head throbs. Soon, she will succumb to the chill and sink into a long sleep against the wet ground and pointed rocks as the mountains watch on. If she wakes from her exhausting slumber, she will be no more alone than she was before, but at least it will no longer be cold.