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Sarah had been wandering for a while and gad come to a mountain. She kept walking and was getting rather tired. She stopped and sat down for a few minutes, looking around. She could spot a bridge in the distance. Good. That had to lead her somewhere. She stood up and continued moving. After getting a little further, she noticed the ski lodge, located further up the mountain.
Sarah did not feel like travelling further up, so she kept walking. Unfortunately, her path became smaller and more steep. She didn’t want to fall, so she had to move further up the mountain. Maybe she could check the ski lodge after all?Â
She had reached flat ground again and was about to stroll over to the lodge, when she saw a figure coming around a corner. She quickly threw herself on the ground and slid over the edge, so that she could peek up, but the rest of her body would be hidden.
The sun had set only an hour ago and darkness had truly fallen. The night was black enough to miss the twigs under his feet as they crunched against the snow. Walter shivered in the jumper he was wearing, he knew he should have lifted another coat before he left but he was hasty; the night was as cold as it was dark and he wanted nothing more than to slide into the warmth of his bed. Safety came first, though.
He moved round the third corner of the Lodge, checking to see if any of the windows were open or if anything inside was visible through them. With a shaking, pale hand he tested to see if a board over some frosty glass was still holding or not. It creaked, but it held. Walter rubbed his hands together and blew on them both to keep them warm.
Somewhere, a branch snapped and Walter spun round in the direction the sound came from. He paused for a moment, his heart beating faster than it had been a moment previous, but there was no telltale signs of Walkers coming through. No disgusting gurgling or moaning, just dead silence.
Softly, but firmly, he called out into the night: “Is anyone there?”