Random Short Story
The climb had become steeper. The only sound he could hear was his own breath, eclipsing the soft rustle of the snow swirls around him.
He knew time was running short. Only a few moments ago the sun had disappeared behind the long mountain range in the west. The shadows moved fast and he immediately had felt the drop in temperature. But more concern was the incoming storm, now only minutes away. No one would survive it in the open.
He turned to look down the long snow field. The soldiers in the distance had stopped too, obviously discussing their situation.
The military patrol had detected him below the snow line while traversing a rubble field. As it had been too late to hide, he had to flee towards the mountain. They were approaching fast from two sides, obviously planning to catch him alive. He had to choose his speed carefully, just to make it into a tangly tree strip. Once out of sight, he used a dear path to slip quickly through the underwood. When he emerged at the upper end, the soldiers had fallen behind several hundred meters.
But they had already been infected by the hunting fever. He kept them at a safe distance luring them higher into the mountain. Now it was too late to turn back. They would all perish that night.
No one would see his wry smile as he returned to the climb. 10 more minutes and he would be safe.