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He wasn't sure what happened. One minute he had lost his newfound picture, the next, he was waking up in a pool of his own blood.
He looked around. They had landed in the right location, at least. The frosty forest, officially named Frostskog.
"Nathan! Pickle! Skwisgaar, Murderface! Where ares you???" he called out.
He stood up and immediately got dizzy. His hair stuck to the side of his face and when he put a hand up to unstick it, it came away fred. His head was bleeding, but the cold of the blizzard was numbing it. His hair was turned maroon on that side.
He steadied himself and looked around. The Hatredcopter had crash landed, stopped dead in midair and simply fallen. The pilot was climbing inside of the controls room, trying to fix the problem. He ignored him.
From beneath the snow, he spotted a shock of black hair.
"Nathan?"
He struggled forwad in the deepening snow and buried his arm to the elbow, looking for a hand. He felt a nose. Ew.
He repositioned his hand and found fingers. This time he pulled as hard as he could. Nathan Explosion exploded out of the snow like a very angry and the world's most disoriented daisy. His lips were blue and his skin was almost as pale as the snow around them. The storm was getting worse.
"Toki!" said Nathan. He was shovering and his clothes were soaking wet with melted snow.
"Where's Murderface adn de others?" Toki yelled over the wind.
"Do I look like I fucking know?!" Nathan yelled back.
"Skwisgaaaaar! Murderfaaaace! Piickleeee!!!!! Where are yous!" Toki yelled out.
" 'M right here, douchebags," said a voice, and they both spun around. There, huddled beneath a tree and favoring his left arm was the Dethklok drummer. Said arm was drenched in blood.
"Pickle!" exclaimed Toki, glad to see him okay, and he rushed forward.
In the distance he heard a dog barking and sincerely hoped it wasn't wolves.
"Murderface is okay, he woke up before you guys did. He's in the Hatredcopter," said Pickle. Up close, Pickles's arm didn't look so hot. Toki saw bone. They would have to cancel the tour.
"You know, this is all your goddamn fault!" Nathan yelled over the blizzard. He looked deranged and his face was twisted in an expression of hatred.
Toki shrunk back, slightly hurt.
"Alls you cares abouts is de stupids tour! Nots me!" Toki shot back.
"It's not always about you, Toki!" he yelled back.
"Well, why cant's I's has family I dont's hate! Huh?" he screamed back.
"SHUTS UP!" came a new voice. They both looked to the side and saw Skwisgaar, his blonde hair turned bright red with blood. He was bleeding rather badly and wasn't walking straight.
Nathan helped the guitarist under the same tree as Pickles. It's snow covered branches offered some protection from the wind and the ground there was at least moderately snow-free. Skwisgaar's skin was paler than Toki had ever seen it. He had lost a lot of blood.
"Whos gots a dethphones?" he asked.
"Mine got smashed in the crash," grumbled Nathan, still glaring at Toki as if this whole thing were his fault.
"I lefts mine at Mordhaus," he said, still angry with Nathan for getting angry with him.
"Anyone seen Murderface?" asked Pickles.
They were all silent, pondering their positions here. The Hatredcopter had crashed. None of them had their phones. Murderface was, so far, missing. They were stranded dead near a forest in the middle No-Man's-Land, Norway.
"MURDERFACE!" Nathan yelled. His voice was so deep, it carried over the wind.
From beneath the snow rose what looked like a corpse. Murderface was missing another tooth besides the gap in the front of his teeth and his skin was so pale it was blue. His normally neat hair was messed up, making it look like a spiky affro.
The barking of what Toki was now sure was wolves was getting closer.
"Uh, guys? We shoudls gets out of heres. I tink dere's wolv ez," said Toki.
Murderface joined them under the tree and began shivering so badly that Toki gave him his down jacket.
They all sat there in the driving blizzard, blleding and shivering, waiting for the pilot to get things fixed.
The barking got closer.
"We should gets aways from heres," said Toki again, glancing behind them. The woods were appropriately named, he thought. Too much so. The snow made it almost impossoble to see more than trees. If there were wolves coming, he would feel them before he saw them.
"Shut up," growled Nathan.
Toki withdrew to hhimself once more, feeling more like a teenager again than the adult he was.
Drawing his knees up to his chest, he shivered and stared at the blodo-churned snow before him. A single tear slipped down his cheek, turning the blood there pink.
Maybe this was all his fault.
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The dog didn't know what had happened but he certainly smelled blood.
He strained at his runner, trying desperately to get off of it. If he could get off, he could run and if he could run, he coudl satiate his curiosity.
Finally, the leash snapped and he bolted. He ignored his master's hissed shouts and ran as fast as his long legs would carry him, towards the talking and the smokle and the smell of blood and humans.
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Toki felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked up. It was Pickles.
"Hey, man, he dont mean nothing by it. He's just pissed that we landed in the middle'a someplace freezing," he said gently. His lips were slowly turning purple and the skin og his upper arms were raised in bumps.
Toki didn't say anything. He felt too bad to say anything. If he even opened his mouth, he was afraid he would cry. He had never felt so much like a little kid as he did now.
"Someone tell that fucking dog to shutup?" snapped Nathan, glaring at the trees as if they had somehow wronged him.
No one dared say anything.
"I'm fucking cold!" Murderface yelled at the sky. He was slowly losing his voice. If they didn't get he copter back up and running soon, they would all get so sick they would wish they were dead, thought Toki. Already, Skwisgaar was trying to sleep. The others were pushing him to stay awake. He might not wake up again if they let him rest.
The barking was right behind them now and before he could stop it, he had been bowled over by an enormous animal, shaggy fur in his face, rancid breath on his neck.
It was a dog. An enormous, shaggy dog.
Toki sat up, surprised to find a dog in the middle of Frostkrog and noticed it had a collar and a piece of broken leash attached to it.
"Someone's dog?" asked Murderface.
"It's de wolv ez comes to takes me aways to Valhalla.." muttered Skwisgaar. He was delerious.
The dog began barking again, wagging its tail and panting. Its fur was thick and very white.
"You think it wants us to follow it?" asked Pickles.
"Nothing else to do, why the fuck not," growled Nathan.
Again, no one heeded him. Toki helped Skwisgaar to his feet and Murderface helped Pickles. They decided to entertain the dog.
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