Winds whipped across the frozen pond. The worst of the winter was yet to come. The journey they had all agreed to had been more difficult then they ever thought possible. Their meager food supply would only last them a few more weeks. Eric wondered if they should turn back. The group decided to stay where they were. Over the next few days nine of the original thirteen either froze or starved to death. Eric looked over his shoulder at Trevek and wondered who was stronger. The ice cracked under his snowshoes as he approached his prey.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less.
Oh Danny Boy! 
They have a few weeks of food but last only a few days… something more is going on here, and I’m intrigued. Well done!
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A horrible circumstance that none of us would like to be found in. I don’t understand why he’s killing the other guy when they have so many frozen corpses to eat from now. Did I just type that. lol Gruesome any way you look at it.
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A wonderful chilling piece, well done.
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Thanks for the nice comment and stopping by.
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You’re welcome!
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Creepy was my first thought, then my analytical mind asked how long would it have taken them to eat the other nine? 😦
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Interesting!
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Poor Donners….
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Thanks and I liked your story.
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Thank you, Danny. I was short on time this morning. I think your story captures the ill-fated journey of the Donner family so very well. Great take on it.
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They wouldn’t be the first cannibals under these conditions.
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I guess Eric became number ten. Nice one Danny.
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Sounds like he’s about to come a cropper in the midst of his evil deed!
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Scary ending to a well done tale!
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