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The Thing in the Snow

Fear filled his soul, as he ran through the heavy snowfall towards

the building on the horizon.

"I’m almost there," he thought to himself.

He ran, knowing that that thing wasn’t far behind, and it

wanted him dead. He turned his head slightly, and saw that huge

figure, blurred by the heavy snow. He ran as fast as he could,

straight into the big building complex that was void of all other life.

Once inside, he ran through the winding halls, never slowing,

never looking back. He ran into a small office that still had a

working computer and threw a chair in front of the door.

He staggered over to the desk and tapped at the keyboard

searching through file after file, searching…frantically searching.

Something large blew the door off its hinges. The computer

faced away from the door, but he knew, only one thing could have

knocked the door down.

As he reached for the pistol at his hip a sharp pain filled his chest. The last thing that he saw was the creature, and the smirk on its master’s face. He tried to reach for his gun, but the other man stomped on his hand.

“So, you’re the best they could send. Pathetic.” The other man

laughed.

As the creature dragged him from the building back into the

snow he uttered his final words…

“You won’t…get away…with this.”

Larry Pye

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