The moon cast feeble rays through the thick canopy as you sprint desperately forward. Running only seemed to draw the stalkers attention toward you and now you can almost feel it's hot breath on the back of your neck. You don't make it far at all before a deafening roar pierces the air, and you feel a searing pain as its jaws clamps 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.