So there I was laying face-first in the snow. My antennae askew. The gash in my chest gouting blood. The slush slowly darkening in hues of red.
Completely unable to remember why I was there, I pulled myself forward. I can't recall how long I was crawling, five hours, five minutes? But all I know was that after what seemed like an eternity I was overwhelmed. I could pull no more. Everything went dark...