Alpine Hunter
I was buried in the snow with a white tarp over me. It was held up by six bowed carbon fiber rods and had a few inches of falling snow on top of the tarp. There was a fifteen-centimeter gap in the front for me to see out of. I watched through an enhanced thermal scope, and finally, after two days, the snow shark appeared. It was not really a shark or even its real name. It was a thousand kilos of death with an appetite and a thirst for warm blood. I followed it as I aimed and slowly squeezed...