The Importance of Speed

There was a thin fan of blood on the floor, five feet across. Drag marks extended from the pool right up to the building's doorway. The snow was mostly undisturbed beyond the threshold which meant it must have happened before that morning's snowfall. I had no chance of getting all the way back to the colony moving as fast as my legs would carry me. Photographs of the Spearman Trail published later showed some though, yes. One and two tenths of a mile and then the trees broke.