Hank pounded on the metal covering of the door yet again before the cold drained his remaining strength. Sliding down to the floor, he left a trail of skin and blood along the metal as he stuck to the frozen metal.
He’d always tried to live his life the right way, and never expected to meet his maker locked in his own walk in freezer.
I had to open a butcher shop…
He tried to rub his arms to fend off the shivering, but it only seemed to spread the cold.
“And I thought… hell was supposed to be… hot…”