Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31532017-20161223041039

Author Notes: It's not finished yet, it's about 2% completed. Regardless, I feel like some elements are missing during some parts in the scenes. Last scene is somewhat rushed.

Evelyn concealed herself behind the frosty shrubs on the breast of the hill as she waited patiently. She squinted tightly while surveying across the near-lifeless landscape through the thick, thorny foliage. Sweat constantly dripped from her forehead down below the soften, moist ground. Fierce winds kept brewing large blankets of snow, whipping them all over the once green forest, some flew into Evelyn's paled face every so often. Caring little regard about the chills which ran across her entire body, Evelyn maintained her knelling position and simply brushed off any snow that latched onto her.

Yet her determination was about to shatter, the sudden blizzard grew more violently and unpredictable over time; the now chillier, frigid air had begun to impair Evelyn's vision. The camouflage she wore that enabled her to successfully blend in with the natural background served nothing when it came to shielding herself against the coldness. Sneezing profusely, the thought of turning and heading back crossed her mind; even if her goal wasn't achieved today, surely she preferred not to slowly freeze to death out in the open.

As she rose above from her fixated posture and carefully journeying down the small slope, avoiding any obstacles that laid before her. She noticed something was off, more specifically by her nostrils as they picked up a peculiar scent carried by the rapid winds. Recognizing it, she changed her mind; the hint was obvious and too tempting to pass, she thought. Treading through the blinding white storm, she paid real close attention to the distinctive smell which grew stronger; an indication that the distance between her and the source of it was bridging.

(Fearing the scent trail will soon disperse into the atmosphere; she quicken her pace. However, such impatience usually will cost one to suffer quite dearly, as poor Evelyn failed to spot the atrociously thin footprints, imprinted above the massive layers of snow heading the same way. Her focus in tracking the smell was halted when she heard the oak tree shaking violently.) 