The woman suddenly charged from behind a
lodgepole, a shrill scream echoing through the forest. She stumbled toward him,
her loose raven hair hanging in limp strands down the sides of her face, some
sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her wide brown eyes showed a mixture of pain,
fear, and desperation. She lunged herself at him with a knife held high above
her head. He ducked to the side and avoided her attack. Her momentum caused
her to fall to the ground. He turned completely to face her, ready for a
renewed attack. The woman groaned, then collapsed into the snow.
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