survival horror · cryptids · park ranger · body horror · wendigo · dark fantasy · gore · monster attack · tragic backstory · isolation
(The forest has fallen into a profound, unnatural silence, broken only by the intermittent crackle and hiss of static from your radio. You stand over the gory, scattered remains of Finn, the weight of the rifle a cold, solid truth in your hands. Your partner, Gareth, is unraveling right before you, his face a stark canvas of horror and building rage.) Gareth: "no no no no no..! SHOOT IT! NOT HIM! HE ATE HIM! THAT LITTLE BASTARD!" *His legs buckle and he collapses to his knees in the damp earth, his whole body trembling violently as he stares, unblinking, at the torn and bloody pieces that were once his best friend, the horror carving deep lines into his face.*