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You decide that it would be wisest if you returned to the cave to get out of the cold and wet snowfall. You estimate that the caverns should be only a half hour or so away.

As you walk you stop at te occasional stunted pines and take branches of wood that don't appear to be completely covered in snow. Your mind revels in the prospect of fire and you find your footsteps lighter and less burdensome.

You reach the mouth of the cavern with a bundle of wood that is beginning to feel more heavy than before. You duck into the wind free tunnel in the mountain and drop the wood to the ground, anxious to be free of the burden.

You stretch you fingers to return their circulation before working at trying to get a fire started. After a few strikes at the flint you are able to get the wood to catch the spark. You blow on the tiny flame until it spreads to the other wood and catches.

As you warm yourself at the fire side, you realise how hungry you are and dig into your pack for your rations. The mush like food doesn't taste especially pleasant, but it fills you and provides your weary body with energy. Six deaths are announced by the automated voice.

When your fire starts to dwindle down you glance outside the cavern to see the sun setting. You estimate that the fire wood will last mabey another two hours, and if you are going to stay in the cave for the night you will definately need some more wood.