Winter Snow ~WackyWeasel

Hannah trudged her boots through the vast layers of snow. The air was chilling, and she wrapped her coat a little closer to her frozen body. She shivered a little, and hoped that home would come swiftly into view. When Hannah reached the familiar crossroads, she saw something glint red in the snow. Curiously and cautiously she crept towards it. She got closer, and then sweat beaded on her cold forehead. A bloodied knife lay, penetrating the snow with its presence. Nearby lay a man's body. His throat had been brutally slashed. And recently. Hannah let out an almighty scream.

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