The wind ran right past Frank, slow and steady. This was his home, their home. Frank walked through the snow, each step made a crunch from the snow that would make any surviver near by scared. Frank held the knife, the cold steel was stained with blood already from the last three survivors who were already sacrificed. Just one more to go. "We gonna keep playing cat and mouse or are you just gonna give up already?" His tone was monotoned but there was a little bit of frustration evident.