Before long the snowstorm is nipping at the heels of the village. If you didn't believe the man before now, you soon might when humanoid shapes begin to hobble up the hill through the shroud of falling snowing. It's hard to see at a distance, but they're all human, except for the blankness of their eyes. Perhaps it's better to say...they were human.

Try to fight or flee, but either way, the storm and the stranger push the residents northward through the trees