It's cold.

That was my first thought, after a while of just trying to comprehend what had just happened.

The snow against my cheek was cold, and I could see the trees nearby, covered in white, and I can't see beyond them. My red cloak can't do anything to warm me up.

The snow under me starts to be stained red by my blood, and I can't move. I think one of the bullets hit my spine. I can't really feel much of my body. I know my legs have been shot, though, they were shot first.

I blink, slowly. I'm alone. I'm going to die alone.

It wasn't how I'd thought I'd go out. I always thought I'd go out fighting for humankind, against the Grimm or some gang preying on the weak. Like my mother.

She left us alone. She died fighting in some mission, and left us.

I try to move my arms, even a little, but I can't. They won't move. I can't even feel them.

Was the mission she died on even important? I can't remember what it was. . .

I try to lift my head. I can't. I don't have the strength.

. . . Will I be missed? Yang, Blake, Weiss. . . Will they miss me? Will they cry like I did when I heard mom died? What will happen to Dad? He couldn't even talk after mom died. . .

The blood's staining my cheek now. It doesn't warm me up. It feels cold too.

My breathing slows. I can barely hear it now. The trees stretch out, blanketed in white snow.

How long will it be until they find my body? Will they ever find it? I'm so deep in the woods, they may never find me. . .

The blood flows far enough that I can see it now.

My blood is so red. . . It's red like my cloak. . .Red like roses. . .

I try to shiver, to move at all. But I can't.

. . .

There's no one coming to help me. . .

I'm going to die alone here. . .

I'm going to die in these woods alone. . .

. . . Will I be remembered? Did I do all that I could as a huntress? Did I. . . Did I make a difference? Did I actually help anyone?

. . . Did I accomplish anything I dreamed of?

My breathing is scarce. I can barely hear it.

. . . Did I even get close?

My breathing stops. My heart stops beating. My blood stops flowing.

My last thought isn't of my life, or what I'm leaving behind. It's short and simple.

It's so cold. . .

A/N: So, decided to take a break from Days at Signal, and write a death fic. I'll return to updating Days at Signal once this one is done. This is going to be a five chapter fic, and I already have the general idea of each planned out. The other chapters will be Ruby's teams' reactions to her death. After that, I'll return to Days at Signal.

Date:9/13/2014