Anton Chigurh was driving down the streets of Odessa, not a sign of life anywhere. Five years ago, he was a combat medic, trudging through the God-forsaken fields of South Vietnam and Cambodia, where he tended to the sick and wounded. Now here he was, making a clean getaway for the dozens of murders he had committed over the last few days. Having recovered the stolen drug money and returning it to its rightful owner, the hitman had just finished completing his final task in killing an innocent woman, and was now looking to leave the country and starting business elsewhere.
Then, from out of nowhere, a car that ran through a red light slammed itself into the passenger's side of his vehicle. Anton felt himself slam hard against the door, knocking his head through the glass window, knocking him out.
It only took him a minute to realize what happened, as Anton slowly opened the door and stumbled out of the car. He fell onto his hands and knees, only to discover the ground was covered in snow.
Dazed and confused, the hitman stood up and looked around him. The quiet suburban of the sunlit, little town had now been converted into a snowy winter landscape somewhere deep in a forest. The damaged car still remained, surrounded by ice crystals and broken glass. The air was cold and a light dusting of snowflakes was starting to embed themselves into his hair. He felt no traces of pain anywhere on his body, but looked down at his left arm and rolled up his sleeve to see if there were any signs of blood or bone sticking out of his arm. There was nothing.
As the cold winds started to blow, Anton heard a young voice speak out his name and turned around. A little girl no more than the age of seven appeared out from behind a tree. She had brown hair with bangs and dark brown eyes. She wore a long, shimmering white dress with puffy sleeves and a purple bodice, looking like a character straight out of a Brothers Grimm fairytale. She wore no shoes on her feet, and there were cuts and bruises on her arms.
"Who are you?" Anton asked her.
The little girl did not speak and remained where she was. Despite the cold, she did not shiver. Her eyes held no fear and she looked not to be in pain.
"Who hurt you?" Anton asked her.
The little girl spoke not, but slowly raised her right arm and pointed her finger at something standing behind him.
Anton heard an animal snarling behind him and turned around, only to see there was a black wolf with yellow eyes standing but a few feet away from him, blood dripping down from its fangs.
Anton turned his body halfway to look back at the little girl again, but she was gone. Not a footprint in sight.
The black wolf snarled again and bark thunderously.
Anton looked back at the wild animal and slowly proceeded to take a step back, but unfortunately, his boot accidentally stepped onto a piece of glass, making it crack and angering the beast even more.
Anton gasped softly, as the black wolf growled and barked again, charging right towards him. Anton fell backwards into the snow and threw his arms over his face, as the black wolf jumped and attacked him.