Hunt or Be Hunted
You begin to dream.
You find yourself in the middle of a vast forest. Your visioned is blurred, however you can make out the large trees and shrubberies before you. Crossbow in hand you enter deep into the groves of the wilderness. Each step pushing down moist dirt deeper into the earth.
You kneel down tracing your fingers in the large clawed hand prints of the dirt below. You can tell these prints are fresh. the clawed markings show inches below the muck itself.
You continue tracking, crossbow at the ready. At this point you know your target is close; Very close...
The tracks lead to the trunk of a large tree.
You stop at the base of the tree examining the bark. Large claw marks are etched into the wood.
You turn your gaze upward following the clawed markings. Higher and higher. The marks seem to vanish as the giant tree limbs stem off into various directions.
You suddenly hear rustling and cracks of tree branches above you. With crossbow aimed you follow the noise.
All is silent.
You allow several seconds to pass, keeping extremely still. Beads of sweat slowly fall from your forehead adding more moisture to the ground below.
Just then a loud thudding sound is heard behind you. This is followed by a deep growl which seems to be at least two feet above you. ( in relation you are roughly 6 ft tall )
You slowly turn your head..
You are met by dark blood red eyes and a long muzzle filled with sharp, jagged fangs.
In an instant your head is grabbed by two massive hands covered in black fur. Claws begin digging into your skull while the hands tighten around you.
You scream as the beast opens its mouth and leans in fully enveloping your head.
A a massive crunch is heard as your cranium is crushed under the pressure of the colossal jaw.
Your body shoots up in your bed as you suddenly awake in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, you begin to focus on what is actually real.
"What the hell.." you gasp out loud.
You realize now that you are more anxious about tomorrow than first anticipated.
You grab a glass of water on the wooden crate beside of you and begin to chug it down.
"Pull yourself together..." you whisper.
You lay back in bed and attempt to sleep again. This time when sleep takes you, there are no more dreams.
Only Darkness..
You find yourself in the middle of a vast forest. Your visioned is blurred, however you can make out the large trees and shrubberies before you. Crossbow in hand you enter deep into the groves of the wilderness. Each step pushing down moist dirt deeper into the earth.
You kneel down tracing your fingers in the large clawed hand prints of the dirt below. You can tell these prints are fresh. the clawed markings show inches below the muck itself.
You continue tracking, crossbow at the ready. At this point you know your target is close; Very close...
The tracks lead to the trunk of a large tree.
You stop at the base of the tree examining the bark. Large claw marks are etched into the wood.
You turn your gaze upward following the clawed markings. Higher and higher. The marks seem to vanish as the giant tree limbs stem off into various directions.
You suddenly hear rustling and cracks of tree branches above you. With crossbow aimed you follow the noise.
All is silent.
You allow several seconds to pass, keeping extremely still. Beads of sweat slowly fall from your forehead adding more moisture to the ground below.
Just then a loud thudding sound is heard behind you. This is followed by a deep growl which seems to be at least two feet above you. ( in relation you are roughly 6 ft tall )
You slowly turn your head..
You are met by dark blood red eyes and a long muzzle filled with sharp, jagged fangs.
In an instant your head is grabbed by two massive hands covered in black fur. Claws begin digging into your skull while the hands tighten around you.
You scream as the beast opens its mouth and leans in fully enveloping your head.
A a massive crunch is heard as your cranium is crushed under the pressure of the colossal jaw.
Your body shoots up in your bed as you suddenly awake in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily, you begin to focus on what is actually real.
"What the hell.." you gasp out loud.
You realize now that you are more anxious about tomorrow than first anticipated.
You grab a glass of water on the wooden crate beside of you and begin to chug it down.
"Pull yourself together..." you whisper.
You lay back in bed and attempt to sleep again. This time when sleep takes you, there are no more dreams.
Only Darkness..