Gunshots in the forest resounded as the blizzard rumbled unceasingly, a large figure with a gun on his shoulder limping along with bloodstains falling on the thick snow"Dammit.."he said in pain before collapsing under a tree as the blood from his wounds spread to his brown shirt, sitting there like he was waiting for death"Who's that?..." He spoke weakly as a small figure approached him, clutching the gun in his hand and raising it in the direction of the shadow, everything in front of him