White Death

         The man look into the wilderness as I see the layer of snow that has covered the ground. "Well, this will be a trip." he said to himself. He took a breath of fresh air as he sighed. He walked into the woods, and looked around to enjoy the view. The woods had a eerie feeling, This man felt like something was watching him. Even as he was walking he could see out the corner of his eye two red eyes looking at him. "Its just my imagination." He said as he reach the spot he could sleep for the night. He set up camp and went to get some fire wood. But, he got this strange smell of sweets, but he ignored the smell. He found fire wood but it had strange markings, as he study the wood he had this strange sicking feeling. His vision had gone blurry, and he feel to the ground like he was pinned. "W-what the?" he muttered as it went dark
         He jolted up as he breathed heavily, and rubbed his eyes. There was a burning feeling on his arm, and as he looked shock as he had a mark on his arm that was the exact same mark that was on the wood. But, something was wrong like this wasn't real, It felt like dream. He got up and saw a man in the woods, but this "man" had antlers. "help me" the thing said, as it started to make its way to the man. before the man could react he was lauched through the air, and the air has blowing in his ears. Then, the feeling of dirt, and rock snapping his bones, and blood spilled onto his clothes. He passed out as shock numbed the pain, and could almost see paramedics in front of him. he woke up in a hospital, and looked at all of his broken bones. The doctors entered seeing him awake, "Hello, Chris. How are you?" the doctor said. "What happened?" He said, as he looked at him confused. "We found you in your tent half to death!" he said, then he grinned. The doctor whispered into his ear "This is only the begining"