Winter Wonderland.

...You don't know how long its been. The last thing you remember was that dawned bird flying into the propeller of the plane you had taken, trying to fly to fuckin Las Vegas for some fucking reason. But, judging from the wreckage, you are the sole survivor. And standing there probably won't do you good, especially since there's already a pack of wolves devouring one of the carcasses who had been somewhat charred and cooked by the flames of the explosion of the plane. (How the fuck are you alive.)

So, you decide the best choice is to start walking, hoping you'll eventually find civilization and be able to be treated. You may not have died but you're definitely wounded- pretty badly too, but not immediately fatal. You continue to walk, clutching at your sides as from time to time blood trickles down, sometimes even freezing due to the cold air of the woods. If you don't die from blood loss then Hypothermia will take you down instead. Or maybe even hunger, who knows?

Regardless, you continue pushing forward, no matter how cold it is or how much pain you're in. You have to keep pushing forward.

After what feels like hours of walking in a straight line...You see the silhouette of...A person? You don't think much of it and instead began to quicken your pace. Your rationality was thrown out the window at the prospect of another human being, finall! You'll be taken to safety!

...But alas, that happiness fades. As the closer you get, the more you realize something...Terribly wrong. The figure infront of you, a few feet away, is hacking and slashing away at...Another person, with an axe. Her cuts are clean and precise, seems the murder wasn't done too long ago considering the cuts seem rather recent. You're lucky you hadn't made a sound yet, because it was obvious what you had to do; you had to get the fuck out of there.

You begin to slowly back step, hoping and praying she doesn't see or hear you. But then- SNAP! You step on a conveniently placed twig. The figure stops hacking away at the body, as they straighten up their figure, slowly turning towards your direction.

The person gives you a cold, dead stare. Those eyes piercing right through your soul. Blood covers most of her lower body and her axe. You try to say something, but the words die out before they can even leave your mouth.

What do you do? The figure seems motionless.