Escape or Not

In a huge room, a group of soldiers with guns were searching for a fugitive. The fugitive is me, hiding in a big refrigerator. It's so cold, really cold. The feeling of standing naked on the snow alone is better than me. I can't stand it anymore. I want to rush out, but my hands don't obey my command, and my mind becomes blurry. I want to rush out, and I will die anyway, but I can't move. My heart is beating wildly, and everything else seems to have stopped except for it. I rushed with all my strength and seemed to fall on the door.