Like a recurring nightmare, faint images of unrelenting snow and trees appeared in my vision. They were simply illusions, but felt real to me.
I dashed forward with my head down, not forgetting to be completely silent.
Several voices rang out from behind me.
"Where did he go?"
"Gah, you stabbed me!"
"Split up, now!"
Many sets of footsteps rang out from nearly every direction, meaning it was going to be pretty hard to escape this situation. Some of them were rapidly approaching my direction and would see me sooner or later.
I saw a faint vision of a tree and ducked behind it, just barely dodging their watch.
"Damn, he isn't here!"
"We should continue anyway, the killer may be further down."
I continued running forth so as to not be caught by the people behind me, but that was when I heard footsteps gradually approaching from my front.