Everything is a blur but I keep on running. I keep stumbling, falling, and hitting almost every tree. The wind seems to be a gift from the gods at this moment in time as it gives me an extra push every time my legs pulse and ache with fatigue. My tears are stained black due to the ruined eyeliner, and as they fall away they leave insignificant traces of my sorrow in the innocent pale snow.
The past 24 hours play in my minds' eye, like a move set on repeat that is meant to torture what is left of my hope. I have no other choice; either stay behind and get killed or try to escape while I still had the chance.
My feet sink into the deepening layer of snow. The air grows colder, as the sun slowly sets. I need to find some shelter and soon. The only thing I can see is the stark contrast of the endless green pine trees with the grayish snow.
Sudden sweeping sadness grip me. I fall down to my knees feeling as if all hope has been lost.
"Don't let me suffer. Give me an easy fast death but not this! Do not let me die slowly at the mercy of the elements" I cried aloud to no one.
The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and the snow around me. Stealing the silence that had fallen upon me. The universe heard my plea and it seems to have answered.
A pair of yellow eyes watch me with malicious intent ready to strike.