The winter wind and snow seem to have never been so cold.
I don't know how long I have been walking in this unknown valley. It seems to be an endless walk. It is not only cold but also cold. I have been numbed by the cold.
"Quickly go!" Looking at our officer, he flicked the whip in his hand, and with a snap, everyone shrank back, fearing that it would come to them. We all know how painful it feels, and we don't want to inflict any more pain on our already cold and hungry bodies. I tightened the rag that could be called clothes and hurried to keep up. In fact, he didn't need to rush me. I was eager to run faster, at least to keep warm.
It's already the second day since I came to this body. The horrible hole on my forehead was covered with unknown herbal mud. I can't feel it even if I don't touch it. I just feel a little dizzy. There was no other way. He was already injured and had to brave the wind and snow. As an abused slave, it would be nice not to be beaten or scolded. How could he expect to be well cared for?
I was originally an ordinary citizen in the 21st century, opening a small shop. My parents are still alive, and I have younger brothers and sisters who have just stepped out of society. I was originally a harmonious ordinary family. However, I died of a congenital heart attack, and when I woke up, I was the same person I am now. With eyes that were not mine open, I looked at a group of people I didn't know. One of them even cursed: "Damn it! I want to die! Even if the King of Hell wants to snatch someone from me, he has to ask your grandfather if I will let him!" After that, he kicked me again. This kick makes me happy and sad at the same time. I am happy that I can still feel the pain and am still alive. But I am sad that if I continue like this, I will not be far away from death.