writing wk 4

The Wolves   

I tugged at the collar of my coat pulling it closer to me so I was warm. Snow dripped of the icy trees like a popsicle in the freezer. I double checked the door was locked then stepped out into the snow, disappearing into the shed starting up the old tractor. It coughed and spluttered like an old goat, roaring to life.

It was a brisk morning a misty frost settled, wedged between the trees. I hitched up my trailer up and set off. A trickle of snow managed to sneak down the back of my coat, a shiver went through my spine. I drove at snail pace along the iced tracks making sure my tractor’s wheels didn’t slip.

Then suddenly out of the blue, a pack of hungry wolves emerged from a cave, their mouth dripping with hunger, lazer eyes stared at me circling my body. I pressed the pedal down as far as it would possibly go. ‘Screech’ the wheels skidded across the ground throwing me back into my seat. A moment later the tractor ran out of power, slowing down.

I jumped off before the tractor would stop, snatching a branch from a nearby tree as I ran past. At Least I had some sort of weapon. They chased me, jaws bared shining in the sun that was melting the snow off the trees. Then they spotted something more worth it, standing on the side of the tracks nearby. I then realised I was standing between the wolves and their meat. I tried to run but my legs seemed to be stuck to the ground. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. At the last minute they resumed and I sprang out of the way, throwing my body to the ground with a thud.