Murderer in the Snow

Murderer in the Snow

It was a late friday night, or rather, an early Saturday morning. The light was still far away, shining over a different part of the world. The season was old and the climate, cold. That is when......
A man, silently walking towards the many lights of that small town, from somewhere unknown, kept walking, at his usual pace, his hood drawn over his head to avoid the cold. Little did he know that he was being followed....
There was another man, slightly far away from this guy, silently walking through the snow as cold as his intention. He moved towards his victim with silent steps and heavy breaths taken through his mouth to avoid the chilled air passing through his nose.
He was starved from the day's work! He needed something to satisfy his hunger! This victim would do!
He was starving for flesh, red flesh and he had one, ahead of him. He quickened his pace, stealthily approached his victim and right under a floodlight, cut into him with a knife. Red fluid flowed out, and the snow on the ground was no longer white.
His craving was put to rest. The white snow drizzling in the night covered the scene for eternity.

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"Alternate ending" ~robot~

He was starved from the day's work! He needed something to satisfy his hunger! This victim would do!
He was starving for flesh, red flesh and he had one, ahead of him. He quickened his pace, approached his victim and right under a floodlight, entered the roadside restaurant and cut into that red, juicy steak he ordered; the ceramic on the plate was no longer white.
His craving was put to rest. The white foam glistening bright covered the scene for eternity.