It was inevitable. Winter moved inside his frozen heart.
Everything had been taken from him. Crushed. Destroyed.
Now he sat on the ridge overlooking the camp of the interlopers waiting for darkness to fall.
Even if they had infrared detectors, he knew they wouldn't work due to the impending snowstorm. It was due to be heavy.
He knew the area. They didn't.
The plan was to sneak into camp and run all the fuel provisions he could.
Then he would pick them of one at a time. In the dark. Only in the dark.
They would come to know the depths of his winter before he was done.
5 minute freewrite prompt winter moved inside
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