Not so different.There is a sound like kawoosh in the distance.The crisp beat of military boots through the frost alerts them to the likely presence of an enemy, and they scarper as quickly as they can.One of them slips on the ice, the others to panicked to notice. The crunching of the snow becomes rapidly louder, then stops abruptly. There are eyes on her back.She jumps as a hand touches her shoulder, but a hand is clamped over her mouth before she can scream out.A human hand. The child sighs."Relax kid. Come on, quickly." She sweeps the child up in her arms and hurries along, guided by the footprints left behind by those who have already escaped
And oh, so true!!!!