Possibly the worst thing that could have happened to us happened today. It snowed so hard that we are trapped inside of our tent. Lawrence is looking over my shoulder and disagreeing.

  "I think the worst thing that could have happened was one of us could have died again," he told me.

  "I don't think that's the worst thing," Angelo muttered, "There's worse."

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  "There is no worse. We're all doomed in this," I told them.

  Angelo shook his head, "No, of course there is worse. We could all a dead in a gruesome death."

  "Why aren't you two a ray of sunshine," Lawrence remarked.

  "How could I be a ray of sunshine while we do something like this? This is awful. We can do nothing except die now. Die and suffer. We are doomed," I told them.

  Angelo sighed, "You both suck anyway. You are awful."

  "Why me?" Lawrence asked.

  "You are the one who causes these conversations and you're just depressing. Lighten up, Felix," Angelo answered.

  How could I lighten up? We won't make it to the village.