This is just the hook to something I am currently workking on. I wanna know what you think. Did it hook you? Or was it a miss?
He had to get away. This wasn't a matter of life or death, this was a matter of death. There was no spectrum of surviving. Dogs howled behind him and he knew he was short of time. Every part of his was numb with the chilly hands of the snow. He breathed in heavily as a man in the background called out. He stumbled momentarily over his other foot. He paused for a moment tightning his grip on his shoulders. He looked around before he saw a lake. It was frozen and if he was lucky and daring enough he could make it across. The voices sounded in the background as he ran to the lake.
"He's getting away! Get him you idiots!" One guy screamed to his companions. The dogs howled, begging to be let of their leash. That means they want me alive... why? He continued to run faster than before. He was getting close to the lake. Freedom was new breath on his lips and he was so close to it. His foot met the ice and there was a light crack. Nothing too serious. He continued on the lake as the men continued to get close but stopped on the bed. Not daring to get closer. He smiled. He was actually getting away.
Then the ice cracked and everything became colder than the snow...
