When the land froze and brought death

He walked while he held his hands tightly together, rubbed them together to generate enough heat to ease the pain that was brought by the coldness of his bones -- it felt like millions of needles puncturing him all at the same time. His mere breath add to the coldness he was feeling. He was sitting in a corner of an alley with garbage cans and filth keeping him company. Once in three hours there would be someone in a trench coat walking past him. He would try and reach out for the thick cloth but he would miss it by an inch because he had no much energy to lift his arms. (to be continued)