Snowdropper

The snow was heavy, which made it easier to track them via their footprints. The dripping blood trail was just a bonus.

I took my time, ready for an ambush, but instead I found them slumped against a tree that had fallen over a few days prior, by the looks of it. Their face was nearly as pale as the snow.

I calmly checked the bullets in my sidearm, as they took their last few breaths.

"Any last words?"

It was barely a whisper.

"I assume you did the tree?"

This was to whatever it was that ripped me apart.