Murder

It had been for years has pass ,
A dark forest impenetrable with thick -boughed fir and spruce , the light sucked out. A bluish icy mist obscured the sky and slope of mountain beneath those feet. Then came crashing and running over the snow , the smell of burning that left behind, trying to find a way out and being blocked by twist of branches.
A man woke up sweating, and scrabbled off his bedroll knowing something was wrong.
Can’t even figure out what is going on and yet kept on spinning around the clock dazzle up.
Muffled voices broke into the room.
The clock said 4:00am , heart thumping as he crept into the bathroom , shivering without his blanket.

A cough rose in his chest, and he held his hand over his mouth.
Two voices
His ear strained.
In the backyard?
When he’d wrestled his cough under control , he crawled to the stool under the window and slid onto it , bent double.
Unfurling his body like a snake , he peered over the window sill.

The backyard and tower block were blacked out.
Even the streetlights were out.
Then , in the backyard a shape.
A figure in a white hood, face mask , forensics suit walked into the light. A second stepped out from behind him. Breath emptied from the man’s body and he struggled to refilled it.
Trying to breath in ;
He as he is trying hard to breath in yet trying hard to gasp; for but the air wouldn’t enter his locked lungs. A grating noise fulled his ears as he tried to rip his chest open with the effort.

He snore thundered through the storeroom and the man sat up on his damp bedroll, heart racing. The storeroom lay in darkness.

The click said 3:00am.
He leaped up and check outside the backyard bare four lights on the tower block.
It was a dream.
All of it.

But he also knew it wasn’t really a dream. It was a premonition.
They’d be here soon by now.
Coming for him hunted.