No way out

My vision hindered by the blizzard thundering down through vast gullies and the wind tearing at my face. The only light, the white of the ice. The sky, mountains and all other surroundings covered in darkness. Underneath me were deep crevasses that reached to great unknowns, icy caves hiding worlds of frozen land. There was no sign of life here. The cold had killed my sense of smell and all I could hear was the siren like wail of the wind. This place had become my own frozen hell which I couldn't escape from.

I still gripped onto my pic axe. I held on for deal life. The cold clung onto me. Trying to tear me down, I used every little bit of strength left in order to pull through. What started as a peaceful expedition, has now become a fight for survival. In which I am losing. My group, all gone. My parka being the only thing keeping me warm, the lack of water or food, my backpack weighing me down. I have nothing left. I staggered through the storm, losing sight. I felt like giving up, accepting my fate. But then I remembered. I remembered what followed me. And I knew, I had to continue.

Then I saw something. It took me off guard. A cabin. A cabin situated in the middle of a deserted tundra. There was no sign of anyone using it. Abandoned completely. I knew it was my only safe haven. When inside, I saw this place for the wreck it was. Windows boarded up, dust covering every inch of the shack. The walls looked like they had been there for centuries, slowly wearing away. The only comfort was a stained, torn up mattress lying in the corner. I unloaded my bag and lay on the bed. There was no way I could get any form of sleep. I stared up at the ceiling, nothing on my mind. Just staring. The sound of the wind battering against the cabin was strong, yet peaceful. It kept me at ease, and for a brief moment I forgot about everything I had experienced. The trauma, hardship and near death experience just drifted. There was just the sound of the wind, and the peace of the cabin.

However this peace was short lived, as when I closed my eyes. It all came back. The images of my colleagues, my friends. As they were murdered one by one, seeing their faces, the pain and hurt in their eyes as they saw me leave them. The worst part, was the screams. No matter how hard I try they continue to haunt me. Their cries in agony forever engrained in my mind. Torturing me every day. I open my eyes, sweat dripping down my face, my breathing accelerated and my mind plagued with the thought that I couldn't do anything. That it should've been me.

Soon a noise came from outside. No longer the therapeutic whistle of the wind, this was something else. The noise continued, it got louder each time. It was some kind of distorted screech, like no other sound I've ever heard. It was driving me insane, I had to cover my ears, I fell to the floor begging for it to stop. And then it did. For a brief moment, there was silence. Then my surroundings began to shake, there was a constant thud going on around me. I could see items around me falling and crashing. I had to get on my feet. Whatever this was, it was getting closer. I grabbed my bag and parka, I tried to get out as quickly as possible. I had to get away from it. Yet when I got outside, it was waiting for me. It towered over me. I didn't even resist, I know there was nothing I could do against this abomination. I knew. There was no way out