We knew it was coming. Word had come from the south of the devastation that lay it its wake. I hesitated, then sent my family to safety. Their desire to stay and help defend our home was overruled by my hopes of sparing them the carnage that was on its way. They were barely out of sight when the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving me alone. I somehow managed a fitful sleep. By morning, I saw that it had come in the night. I was now surrounded.

As I suit up, I check the tanks once more. Both are full, and the lines running to the business end of the flamethrower are secure. I feel a calm determination flowing through me. It’s been out there for days now, mocking me. Supplies are low. I am ready.

There comes a time when a man has to make a stand. When he has to have his revenge. This is that time. I will no longer allow myself to be trapped here. I will be free!

As the garage door opens, an icy blast hits my face. I ready my weapon, anxious to unleash it upon my enemy.

The snow doesn’t stand a chance.