Escape

Cold wind pushed into the room as Dale forced the frozen window open; not an easy task holding a gun. But he wasn't

about to put the weapon down, no sir.

Footsteps thudded behind him. He knew what was approaching, and it terrified him. Struggling out the window, Dale fell into a foot of soft snow.

The heavy footfalls subsided.

 Dale’s heart fell into his stomach. He had nowhere to go. Miles around showed nothing but a peaceful white landscape that was actually anything but peaceful.

Having no choice, Dale turned around to try his luck in any random direction. Anything was better than going back into the building, and certain death.

Then the heart that had fallen into his stomach dropped into his shoes.

She was there, awaiting him like a coquettish young lover, with no inhibitions, no shame, and no clothes.

Suddenly a voice, the voice that had guided him through the dangers inside, rose inside his mind.

“Bullets are now ineffective.”

Dale dropped the gun as the svelte young woman took seductive steps toward him, hips swaying back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern. Only one thing left to try.

Dale shot forward, took her in his arms and kissed her like it was their last day on earth.

It wasn't. Because he meant that kiss, meant it because at one time she had been his true love, before her body had been invaded. His kiss, and his love, freed them both from the tyranny of possession.