Blood In The Snow
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Aug 7, 2019
A group of young adults escape their busy city lives to a ski resort high in the mountains.
They travel along a trail to explore cave systems for a sense of adventure. Something goes terribly wrong in that cave, an avalanche causes a cave in and blocking the way to their snowmobiles.
Now the group must survive, until a rescue party arrives, but they never do. They must find a way through the mountains to reach the lodge again.
There is something hunting, every single one of them, a blood thirsty monster we all know as a yeti.
~Sneak Peak~
"We heard a scream out in the distance. We couldn't tell where it was coming from, was it behind us? In front of us? Miles away? Only a few feet? The wind was picking up, the snow has now started burning my face that was already frost bite. I looked up and saw a dark figure in the distance, it was a building, Steve looks at his map, yelling over the wind saying it was an abandoned village of the Faceless Yeti."
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