It started out controlled, but the steepness eventually took over. His foot caught something hidden in the snow and he flipped sideways and began to roll. The ice-crusted surface cracked and groaned under the weight of his body, but had not yet broken open. Ahead of him, Valarie slid on her stomach and seemed to be enjoying it! She was apparently oblivious to the hundreds of undead that were just now reaching the edge of the hill and tumbling gracelessly over in pursuit. Reaching the bottom, he struggled to his feet. He looked around and could not see Valarie. His heart leapt to his throat until she stood up a few yards away and began shaking the snow out of her hair and brushing it from her coat. Leaping forward, he did his best to gather his bearings. Despite having made this journey before, the fact that everything was coated in white prevented him from having any concrete idea as to where he might be. Finally, off in the distance he saw the welcome sight of one of those large signs that you find mounted over a highway.
