Jim is locked in his cold basement and had been there for about 2 days now. He is not quite sure about which day it is because it is hard to know rather if its day or night because the storm I raging outside in New York city. He has enough food to survive for about a week or so even though he might die frozen to death before his food supply run out, but we will see about that. Its 7 AM in the morning and Jim is still freezing big time. He is sick of being trapped in the cold basement so he got an idea why not try breaking through the door. Sure, its solid but I can’t be that solid. Jim struggles to get his feet to move all the way up a big stair.
He finally get them to move and gets up the staircase he smashes himself into the door but the door just won’t give in second try doesn’t make the door fall either after 7 attempts he gives up and walks down again, but on the way down he stumbles and fall all the way down the stair and smashes his head against the hard and cold concrete surface. When he wakes up a couple of hours later he can feel this cold substance just sliding down his cold blue face. He quickly gets on his feet again and the finds out it is the red substance that defines each person for their own personalities. Blood
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