Winter's wrath.

The air was dry and cold. The sound of her heels clicking was louder than usual as she walks down the road heading to her car. The sound of the clicks were like a metronome, one after another in perfect momentum. She dug through her bag, feeling for her keys and bingo, she got them. She pulled them out slowly as she stood by her car. Her tiny finger dug into the alarm button and 2 things went off, the alarm and a gun shot. The pretty face was now a history as her lifeless body fell gracefully by her car. A pool of warm, thick, deep red blood soaking her body as the shooter materialized from the bushes and stared at her body. That's enough for today he thought as he pulled down his cap, zipped up his jacket and walked away.