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.
