(Decided to write something but it isn't quite done so... Sneak peak)

Forty-five minutes: that's how much time has passed since I've been out in this void wasteland of snow and ice, each step crunched as I ran away from something. Something I was certain I'd never escape. I was wrong, well at that moment at least. I eventually found cover in a small cave. The opening small, but just big enough for me to squeeze through.

It had started getting dark out and I knew that it would be best to stop and rest. But not for to long: it was still out there.
The beastly creature was still out there: searching, stalking, and hunting.  No one has ever seen it and told the tale. The only proof of this creature is the scattered remains of it's past victims... Until now.

As I slowed down my breathing I took a glance at the picture I had gotten of the beast. Only to see that the image was blurred so much it was hardly recognizable.

whispering a silent "Fuck." , I got back up.

I have to go back to get another picture.

I will get a better picture or my name isn't Grayson M. Carver...