"Hmm."

Thud, thud.

Humming softly, I walked with light steps.

Crossing the bridge that connected the outer wall to the inner wall, under the open sky. The snow had gently blanketed the bridge.

Slashing through the waist of the incoming demonic soldiers, I took one step, then another. Splat! Blood sprayed across the pristine snow. The blood of demons was red.

Humming, walking.

"Wouldn’t you like to build a snowman with me, Chris?"

I sang a brief melody I remembered, crouching down to roll a snowball. A slightly red-tinged snowball was complete.

I’ll make the second snowball when I come …