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They're coming for me. I can hear their howls as I run. It's right in my ears. I can feel my blood turning to ice. I can feel them right behind me. My mother... Mother... mother!!! Tears blind my eyes as I slam into the snow. 

I hear their growls behind me. I can hear their teeth chomping. Is that what I'll hear when they chomp me? It's blood curdling. The snow grabs me like quicksand. I fall deeper into the snow. I get a mouthful of cold and stone. I spit it out.

I turn around. They're red eyes were peering through the night sky. It's red as my blood. Their teeth are glistening more than the moon. I stand up hastily and start running. I can only run. I run through the tangle of trees and the forest branches were grabbing me with twigs.

I run so far. I come to a cliff. It looked about ten miles down. How am I supposed to jump. The water was crashing into the cliff. It was throwing itself onto the shore like a baseball. I turn. I can hear them. What choice do I have? 

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