The first chunk of ice came crashing down, obliterating the slope just above him. Snow and debris exploded downward in a deafening roar. Daniel tried his best to push himself forward. His legs burned, his breath came in gasps, he tried his best but the avalanche was faster.
It wasn’t long before Daniel tripped—falling face-first into the freezing snow. The wind got knocked from his lungs. This was it. This was the moment he was going to die. The white thunder came roaring toward him, unstoppable. He was about to be buried alive.