• It’s bad enough being accused of killing someone, but it’s even worse when you got the Russian police and the K.G.B after you, accusing you of murdering the Tsar and chase you out of Moscow. So here I am run out of town, lost, frightened and confused and now standing at the edge of an abominable looking forest, calling for me to come in.
    As I stand there I think: “Can this day get any worse?”

    I decide to carry on walking because stopping now means the K.G.B will get me and I know how Russians treat prisoners: I wouldn’t last a second! Into the forest I went, thinking they might lose me in there. As I was walking though the forest, my body kept having this weird vibe, the woods was quiet; the only sound was me walking in though the snow. It was so cold that my hands were blue and numb and I could smell the fresh cool Russian wind as it softly blew though the leafless trees. I just ignored the vibe. I thought: “Probably just due to me being in the city too long.”

    It must have been an hour or two later when my ears pick up the sound of rustling in the bush behind me; I stop and faced the bush. The rustling stopped. I decided to carry on but as soon as my back was turned, the rustling started again but even louder! Whatever was in the bush either gained in size or there was more of whatever it was. I was petrified at the sight! There in front of me was a pack of wolves; huge, smoke grey wolves, poised, looking in my eyes; in my soul. And you could tell by their eyes. They were starving and the prey: me.

    Realising the danger I did what every sane human would do: run!

    I kept running but the sound of their paws running though the snow was still there; faster and faster and closer and closer. If I wanted to live, my brain had to come up with something and fast or I’m dog food! I looked round quickly trying to find something useable. Lucky I spotted a small cave under a tree so I squeezed though the gap and stayed there.

    The sound of pattering rebounded round the walls of the cave. They were here. I put my hand over my mouth so they couldn’t hear me breathing. I peered my head up to see what was going on and saw the wolves searching for me, ten or twelve of them. They were sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent but fortunately for me they gave up.

    I waited till they had completely gone then scrambled out of the small cave, I looked round to see if the coast was really clear and then it hit me I was now more lost then before as the little chase from my furry friends had derailed me from the path. So here I was standing in a clearing, with no idea where the path is, I couldn’t go by the trees as every tree in this forest looked the same! It was like trying to find one certain penguin in a crowd of penguins. The coldness was really getting to me.

    The sky was starting to darken, leaving me with two options. One: find a way out quick. Two: find a good place to stay the night. Option one couldn’t work well, so option two it was, and the dilemma of finding a place began. The cave wasn’t far so I could go back there but the matter of staying warm was the problem as the Russian wildness wasn’t well known for its warm winter nights. I couldn’t even feel my hands because of the coldness, wouldn’t be long till the rest of the body followed, so whatever I was going to use, I better find it quickly...before it was too late!

    All of sudden an idea popped in my head (well a better idea than the ones I had today!) The cave was big enough for me to sleep in and to build a fire. So not only will I be safe, I would be warm too. So gathering some fire wood, I went to the cave, the fire took some time to get going but flames soon illuminated the cave.

    The sun rose as it shone into the cave, I woke up to the burnt out remains of the fire. Scrambling out of the cave, I stretched. Every bone in my arms and legs clicked; I looked round to see if anything had come during the night. Lucky nothing. I could feel the faint warmth of the sun as its rays hit me.

    Now came the problem of how to get out of this arctic woodland nightmare. I choose to go right.

    Kept walking and walking, the coldness almost made it impossible to walk. As i struggled to continue walking i noticed something on the floor. Happiness flooded in my body as the path appeared before me and beyond it was the edge of the forest; my exit from this nightmare. The feeling that rushed into me was indescribable. My legs automatically started to rush to it then I heard this short but loud bang as it echoed. And this sudden pain in my chest! I looked down and saw blood running down. A K.G.B agent was pointing a gun at me with smoke lazily rising from the barrel.

    “You thought you could get away so easy?” he said in a rough, husky Russian accent “Well think again!”

    “I didn’t...do it...I...I swear!” I shouted to him while on my knees and hands in pain, fighting to keep my eyes open.

    “That what they all say...but it is always them.” and with that he pulls the trigger. falling to the ground, I watched as the sky was slowly engulfed in darkness.

    My last thought at that moment was: “I never got out of the nightmare”.