Bashiri stared out at the snow around her with blank eyes. There were tracks behind her that were the color of blood and she couldn't walk anymore. She had waited and waited for death to come and save her from her struggle, but salvation never came. With a sigh, Bashiri's eyes slipped closed. She drew her legs in under her and slowly, painfully stood. She took a few steps and fought the urge to fall into he snow again. She plodded on, determined to live a few minutes longer.