You run through the dark and snow filled woods, your dad, a tall, burly ex-marine chasing you while trying to explain and justify why he just killed your mother.

You sprint through the deep woods, tripping and stumbling, your tears blurring your vision.

Suddenly, you can't hear your dad. All you can hear is the sounds of the forest. Looking around, you find yourself in a part of the woods you'd never seem before. You're lost. In the snow. In the dark.

The cold air bites at your skin like death, your trudge through the knee high snow, tears flowing freely but for a different reason as you hear footsteps near you. It's not your father. He would've been shouting for you.