Against his better judgement, LeeRoy stopped when he saw a large tree. Untouched by men it was allowed to grow tall and strong. Dark against dark in the blackness of night, the dim moonlight barely escaping through the clouds didn't provide enough illumination for him to see the top, there were a few branches that had enough snow on them that he could see them. He turned around and pressed his back against it, taking a deep breath in through his nose and mouth. Feeling the bark through his coat he felt some kind of odd comfort, looking back the way he came there was a moment of calm. Wind no longer in his face and the snow no longer falling right on him, he breathed deep once more and rubbed his face against his shoulder.

Down the path he'd came from he couldn't see anything, shuffling slightly he turned around the tree to see if there was anything behind. Again, nothing but the darkness of night and the white of snow. Turning back, he let his weight drop slightly onto his back and hips. Putting the weight on the tree to relax for a moment, taking another deep breath and trying to deal with the realization that this is happening.

Nothing about this situation made sense, one second he was in his room and the next he was here. There was no buffer period, there was no unconscious section where he simply didn't remember. It was clean cut, room and then hellscape. If it hadn't been winter he might not have been alive now. His coat, pants and boots were sufficient but he needed rest and shelter. But most of all he needed heat.

Safety was paramount, his crudely fashioned spears, hammer and shield wouldn't be good for anything if he didn't make it to sunrise. Daylight would be safer, even if it weren't warmer he would at least be in a more advantageous position. Just needed to make it to daylight.