The Winter Tundra

Nothingness. She was surrounded by complete nothingness. A white sheet of icy snow in every direction she looked in. Behind her, nothing. In front of her, nothing. To her side, nothing but the icy ocean that seemed to stretch on forever.

She looked upwards toward the sky to see a thick layer of dark clouds, covering the true beauty of the starry-night sky, spoiling what would've been something she would've stared at all night long, not moving from that spot, but she couldn't see the stars with that thick layer of darkness.

Behind her. nothing. an endless snow-covered tundra, stretching further than the eye could ever see. The snow was so thick that she could hardly walk in it. she was trapped in a world of snow.

In front, she could just make out a line of green on the horizon. Just. If she had drawn how thin that line was, no unit of measurement would ever be able to measure it, for it was so small and faded in the distance. No footprints were in the snow, though it looked very unsettled. It was so cold out there; she wished she could just magically make a fire appear.

To her side was the ocean, but most of it was frozen solid, big ice bergs were drifting along like lost boats at sea. There was no way of escaping from that island.

She stared at the ground. This was where she had been washed ashore. Cast aside like some broken toy. Forgotten about by civilization. She wondered how she hadn't died of the cold. The waves were gently lapping on the icy shore with a gentle clapping sound. Although she couldn't see very clearly, the water was sparkling, and was a dark shade of navy. The sand on the bottom of the water was moving along with the current, making a relaxing, almost soothing sound. The sea smelt salty, though not as salty as back home where she lived.

The clouds were parting. The silvery moon came out from its hiding place and cast its brilliant light upon the Earth's surface like a beacon in the sky. The stars were winking at her, somehow making her feel relaxed. The sky itself was a deep shade of dark navy, rather like the ocean, though the ocean wasn't a never-ending ceiling of stars; stars that lit up the night sky and somehow never fell from their place in the heavens. The sun was nowhere to be seen, it had left the scene to leave her with nothing but the moon and stars as her only source of light.

Her tears cascaded down her face as the feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed her trembling figure. How was she going to survive on that completely desolate island? Were there any other humans out there who would help her? She didn't count on it.

All she heard was the ocean hitting more and more roughly against the shore. The tide must've been coming in. She couldn't stay there forever, or she would've been washed out with the cruel ocean current, and she probably wouldn't be as lucky next time.

She looked around at the cold, barren landscape before her in hopes of finding a cave or an igloo; anything to protect her from the wind that whipped around her ears, making it impossible for her nerves to work properly. No luck. She couldn't find anything. All she could see was the icy cold snow and the little green horizon. She decided she'd try and get there when it was lighter.

She looked out towards the ocean again. There was no way she could swim for help, she would be killed. But she supposed death would be a better fate than to be stuck on an island for the rest of her life; let alone an island that was cold and completely lacking of civilization. She'd been thinking about suicide ever since she realized all her friends were probably dead, then at least she'd be with them.

She thought about the good times she'd had with her friends. All the fun times they'd had together. All the times she'd needed help, and they were always there for her. Every time she was in trouble with teachers, they'd get her out of it somehow. But now they were gone.

She hadn't realized she'd been crying and silently mopped up the tears. She wondered what she'd done to deserve something as tragic and devastating as this. Was the good Lord punishing her for something? Had she forgotten to go to church one week? No, that was impossible; she always went to church. She didn't want to go to hell. She wanted to go to heaven, and meet her friends there. She wanted to be with them forever.

So without a second thought, she reached toward her pocket to pull out her pocket knife. But someone beat her to it. She heard footsteps coming towards her, and before she could even say anything, she was dead.