It Was In The Cold With Us

He sat propped against the frozen juice pallets, a hollowed-out husk of a man. His chest cavity was splayed wide, the ribs forced open like the slats of a discarded crate. The cold had been his only embalmer, flash-freezing the wound into a jagged, purple bloom of ice. No blood. No mess.➤Original StoryWritten By: DaL0ngEgg- https://pastebin.com/EyYyDWjU Story Music By Repulsive:https://www.youtube.com/@repulsive1908 ➤Join the Following: Send in your stories! https://pastebin.com/Wnx5UAaA My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Viidith22storiesSupport the channel!- https://ko-fi.com/viidith22 Twitter- http://bit.ly/2pYZVBsInstagram-http://bit.ly/2ppPCCw Second Channel- http://bit.ly/2qLLVf4 Merch: http://bit.ly/2wsHPbw