Xavier cursed loudly and profusely, giving a sour look to the patch of ground in front of him that was supposed to be a fire. Instead, when he had used the last of his lighter's fluid to light it, a strong wind had blown through the barren waste and put out the sparks. Standing up, he angrily threw the lighter as far as he could make it go before kicking over the small pile of paper and cloth that he had tried to make a fire with. Grumbling, he stood up, balling his hands into fists. Letting himself calm down for a few minutes before bending down to pick up the scraps of cloth and paper. Stuffing them into his pockets, he turned to the small shelter that he had made during the first days of survival. In this barren wasteland he now called home, trees were few and far between, so finding wood had been out of the question, and he had needed to make due with snow, ice, and what few stones he could find. After two days' work, he had formed a slightly rounded igloo, which provided a little insulation and protection from the biting wind and snow outside. Inside it were the few belongings he had, which consisted of a worn sleeping bag, a couple of half-empty lighters, and what little kindling they could find. I am an idiot, Xavier thought to himself. He hadn't really been thinking when he had tried lighting the fire outside. Of course that wouldn't work. The wind would be too strong for a fire to survive, and though it would be smoky inside their small shelter, it would have been much more intelligent to light the fire inside. Walking back, he sighed as he entered, having to get on his hands and knees to get in. Gonna have to eat dinner cold... Running a hand through his hair, he sighed again before setting his bag against one of the walls, sitting down on top of the sleeping bag. He looked down at his hands for a long moment before hearing the sounds of wolves howling. Out of all the animals that had died off during the freeze, wolves had seemed to be the only ones to survive. They were stronger and smarter now, and whenever he heard them, Xavier always felt a wave of fear run through him. A lone wolf could crawl through the entrance and slaughter him in his sleep, and there would be no room to fight it. I'm probably going to have a sleepless night, he thought to himself, frowning. He hadn't slept in the last two days, and it was starting to takes its toll on him. Taking out the only knife he had been able to salvage, he thought, not for the first time, Sometime soon I need to make a spear or something for me...keep away the wolves better... Taking out the blade of the knife and taking the threadbare glove on his left hand, he ran his finger along the edge, making sure it was still sharp enough to cut skin. Wincing as blood spilled from the cut that appeared, he moved his thumb to his mouth, sucking away the blood. Putting his glove back on, he shivered, not looking forwards to a fearful night of waiting for the end to come.