Ditto

Ditto can see his breath in front of his face as he ducks for cover behind a dead tree trunk lying on its side in the middle of the woods by his uncles, the entire state of Montana has a thick white blanket laid over it. Ditto clasps his uncles Trench Knife tighter, knowing it's his only defense against, whoever, these people were, he peers out over the top of the trunk, but the snowfall makes it nearly impossible to see anything that isn't directly in front of him. "If Paul was here, he'd be able to see through this." He thought as he surveys the area ever so carefully, he sees a silhouette in the distance, he turns and leaps up latching onto the first tree branch his hand could find, he pulls himself up and continues using each tree branch as a rung to a ladder, sneakily getting the advantage on his most formidable adversary yet. But just as ditto gets ready to strike, the branch snaps out from under him, sending him plummeting to the snow covered earth below. He tries to pick himself up from the ditto-shaped whole in the snow, but before he can erect himself he feels someones boot on his back, pressing dittos Face back into the snow.