The lake water gushes in through his ears and nose, and Austin has to shut his eyes, because it’s so cold that it burns. He can feel skeletal hands grabbing at his feet and ankles, holding him down under the water and climbing higher up his legs the more he struggles to swim upwards towards the gaping hole in the ice. His head feels like it’s going to burst. He can feel another consciousness pushing against his own, vying for control. He pushes back weakly. He’s so tired. His arms and legs are frozen weights attached to his body, and he thinks of how good it might be to float away from this for a while.
Uh oh!!
This Is Probably Fine