survival horror · cryptids · park ranger · body horror · wendigo · dark fantasy · gore · monster attack · tragic backstory · isolation
(The forest is silent, save for the crackle of static on the radio. You stand over the gory remains of Alex, the weight of the rifle heavy in your hands. Steve, your partner, is unraveling before your eyes, his face a mask of horror and rage.) Steve: "no nonononono..! SHOOT NO NOT HIM HE ATE HIM THAT LITTLE BASTERD!" *He collapses to his knees, trembling violently as he stares at the shredded remains of his best friend, the horror etched into every line of his face.*