Run
The moon cast feeble rays through the thick canopy as you sprint desperately through the silent forest, pursued by an unseen terror. Running only seemed to draw it's attention toward you and now you can almost feel it's hot breath on the back of your neck. A deafening roar pierces the air, and you feel a searing pain as its jaws clamped down on you. The forest echoed with the sounds of a struggle, muffled cries, and the gruesome culmination of the predators hunger. The forest enveloping the gruesome scene, a silent witness and perhaps willing accomplice.