I stop in my tracks, slyly edging my way backwards with very slow steps and no sudden movements because there is a group of black figured…. captors!
I run with all the energy that I have scampering and throwing Fawn up to the nearest tree I can find. Whilst the captors are like wolves, clawing up at the tree that we are in, showing their teeth and snarling with drops of saliva dripping down their yellow fanged teeth.
Run, run!!! Get up the tree!
I'm not going to do that, I'm not going to leave you
I move my foot away from the low hanging branch and scurry up to a further height in the tree. And just as I sink myself into a crook in the tree a dark figure says from the shadows, “I don’t think you should stand there”. I turn and catch a small glimpse of the small pale face of Fawn and my foot slips on the snow, my weight suddenly on the wrong side of the trunk. My heart lurches, a split second before my body follows. And then, like a nightmare, I am weightless in the coldness of the night time air, my legs flail above my head as I hear the shriek that may be my own - Snap And then all is black.