In The Winter

There's a trail of blood. Drops and then long red river-lets. Flowing and crimson. I look up and everything, all of the flakes start turning to ash. Everywhere I turn there are flames. The bletch and spew everywhere. My eyes start to burn from the heat. I can feel them, the things in the shadows watching me. They know. The white snow becomes gray. The air feels think and my skin feels like it's on fire. I can't see where to go. Where to run or turn. All I know is that they will be after me soon. If they get me they will claw and rip. They will bite and gnaw. I feel like there is no refuge around no safe place to go. No one to run to. The fear turns to panic, the panic builds to tears, the panic seizes my heart. I wake..clutching.. nothing....