|Photo by ArtemFinland|
Stopping, Hank glanced up. As white as the snow they were slogging through, the sky seemed apt to dump another eight inches on them. Jerry trudged on, each step crushing the track they followed.
"People are people, you know," Hank shouted, and the wind whipped his voice back at him.
Take the scene from there, and feel free to share what you come up with in the comments section. I'd really like to know what or whom they're tracking and why.