The end

Jack opened his left eye and saw his blood on the snow, freezing. Part of his brain knew he must be hurt. His pain receptors had taken the right time to go on holiday, and they remained pleasantly oblivious. Perhaps they were down at the beach, sipping on cocktails. Jack enjoyed the idea, as only his blood gave some relief to the white, endless winter wasteland he had bled on. Of course, he knew that somewhere behind him lurked the beast that had just broken his nose.