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I love Layna in the most parasocial way imaginable.

God I wish the snowstorm was picking up in the area. I checked my phone. No signal. Figures.
Layna was sitting on the table next to me, shivering. She tries to strike up conversation. I simply reply "I'm not in the mood for talking."
There is a long silence. I look down and think back to my army days. All there is to do is to embrace the fucked situation. Not a whole lot we can do before the storm clears. We're stuck in this cabin.
Damn, I really don't miss being out in the cold. I didn't have a rifle and I didn't have to freeze my ass off listening to the propaganda speakers blasting demoralizing music and calls for surrender.
I scoff to myself at the memory of sleeping behind the cabinet in the impromptu command center. Nobody would find me there unless they were really looking.

My reminiscing is abruptly interrupted with Layna falling to the floor. I get up and check up on her. She's breathing but ice cold, likely hypothermia.
I remember the first aid training well. You have to heat her up using body temperature. I unroll a sleeping bag and strip both of us down to our underwear.
I wrap my arms around her cold body and awkwardly wiggle with her into the sleeping bag. I just remember sarge telling us that many Jews died in the holocaust to figure out that this was an effective way to warm up a body.
Christ, that guy had stories for days. I wonder if that's even true.

Suddenly, I hear Layna saying something. "Blood, please, blood..." That's a relief. She's showing signs of recovery. She gets louder and says, "I need your blood..." and grabs my hand. She pulls it to her mouth and almost bites me.
She's gaining her strength, but she's clearly delirious. She keeps going on about blood and keeps trying to bite me. Of course, in her weakened state, it's not much of a struggle to stop her.
But suddenly, she stops. She's unconscious again.

I look at her face losing its color in an eerily familiar way. I check for a pulse. It's faint single pulse, but I no longer feel it. I check my phone for signal and it doesn't seem like my luck is about to turn.
The right thing to do would be to go for the chest compressions, but I'm not feeling the effort. After all, even if she comes back to life, what am I going to do without professional medical attention? I've wasted so much time on dead people. There is just too much hurt to waste my effort.
I sigh in defeat. What a pretty corpse you left behind, Layna. A real shame. Though... I guess... You're all warmed up. Can't deny that I have the urge... Might as well embrace it.

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God I wish that was Layna and me