As he made his way through the forest, he became aware of how quiet the forest around him was. No sound of animals or insects, nothing just the wind through the trees. Many would think it is relaxing, however, it was terrifying as it was too quiet as if something had cleared this land of life.
Moving through the brush, he noticed how slow he was moving as it was hard to not get disorientated in this type of place. Trees blocking the light the ground covered, restricting your legs like someone was grabbing and pulling your leg, making walking even hard. He choose this path as it was the shortest toward the village as the road led in the other direction because it would have been quite hard to cover tracks of massive trucks moving close to the village all the time as some noisy person would start to look and talk about how it is suspiciously making more trouble then it was worth so it was easier to come in the back where no one would see. Right now he was walking on what was supposed to be an old track, but it was obvious from the fallen trees littering the track it was covered on purpose.
Walking into the darkest part of the track, he realised how wrong the situation was as the cover over his head was less than before, not more, making him wonder how it was darker. It was then a creature jumped out of the bushes and used its claws to slash at his back. It was only because he realised the inconsistency in the shadows that put his body on full alert, and as he heard rustling from the bushes he leapt forward without thinking, throwing his body a full meter before the claw connected and with the additional power of the claw he ended up rolling for 5 meters, showing how powerful that attack was, telling him it was designed to cut him in half and end his life at that exact moment if it was not for the memories of the military personal from Fenrir or James, as he was called by his father he would not have noticed the difference in the forest or the dark spot. Thanking his lucky stars, he looked towards the creature. He saw a beast that had a skull of a deer with antlers for a head, arms and legs that were vaguely human but were wrapped in dead dark brown vines as the vines reached the hands it became like a claw, long and sharp but instead of three like he expected as he could feel pain from three long gashes on his back it actually looked like a hand had mutated and changed into the claw of this crazed beast. It reminded him of the old North American wendigo. Looking out of place here in this lush forest, its body was dark, with bones sticking out of it's chest and it's stomach hollow as if it was starved. Combined with the dead and dark vines, it was a strange sight yet scared him out of his whit. However what scared him more was the shadows rising from his body as if they were alive. In those shadows he saw faces of creatures and human alike screaming out to him as if yelling at him to run for his life. He did not know if this was a power of the creature and if it was under his control to try and scare him into turning his back again or if it was the victims he had eaten. Never the less he knew that running was not an option, as he would be killed as soon as he turned his back on this creature so he held fast as his legs trembled and raised his gun, even though it seemed like a long time it was only three seconds since he had gotten to his feet from the roll but the creature was not letting him have any room to breathe as it lunged for him.
He tried to roll to the left side to get away from its claws, but he could not even move his legs as they trembled let alone roll away so he brought the gun up from his waist and shot two bullets. One hit the skull but did no damage at all and the next bullet lodged itself into the neck of the creature, making it howl in pain as its claws moved off target and he hit the tree beside him. At this moment he could control his legs and he ran as fast as he could even though his mind said it was the worst option he still did, as what else could he do? This was a creature he had only heard about in myth and legend. Thinking he could kill it with a gun was dumb wasn't it?
As he ran, the darkness moved with him as if it had locked onto its prey, that being him. He was scared but it was too late, the wendigo-like creature had caught up to him and swung it's massive claws at him. It was so imposing to have this claw that was the size of his chest unleashed onto him. His luck was good, as a tree came in front of him. Thinking it would block the claw, he was relived but it proved the tree was too weak as it shattered when the claw hit it, throwing shards of wood into his body. The shards made him protect his face and chest, and as the claw got him the power was already used up and only left a gash bone deep on his arm. Considering this claw had just smashed through a tree that was lucky.
He rolled again on the ground and almost dropped his gun, but managed to hold it until he stopped rolling. The wendigo though did not give him as much time to breathe as it did last time, and jumped to finish the job. It was then that he saw his salvation as there was an eye inside the eye socket of the deers skull. It looked bloody and disfigured, but was there so he shot the rest of his bullets in his magazine into the eye. Cowering as he hoped the bullets would be able to kill the creature, he hid his head and jumped to the side, just moving out of the way of the wendigo's body as it came rushing down. At this moment he loaded another clip as fast as he could as he was sure it would not go down that easy. He was right, it got up hobbling and swaying to the side as black blood came out of under the skull. He was sure now that he had hit the eye but it looked like in the panic, not all the bullets hit their mark as on his chest was a bullet wound as well. Not knowing if he got all the 6 but one in the eye or only one in the eye he panicked more as he didn't know how strong that skull under the skull was at this moment, but he did not have time to think. He unloaded the next clip all aiming for the same eye he had injured as the wendigo would not be able to see the bullets coming towards that side.
Without knowing how many had hit, he reached for a new magazine but none remained as he only had room for two secure magazines. He did originally have more but as he rolled and ran they fell out without his notice, leaving him in a bad spot, and noticing the wendigo did not fall down, he ran, grabbing the shards of wood from the ground and jamming it into where the heart would have been as the wendigo was too big for him to get up to eye level quickly even though it was on its knees. This still did not seem to do it in, but it damaged the wendigo so much it could not kill him no matter how hard it tried. As he realised this, he grabbed the antlers and pulled with all his might, until the skull came flying off. Looking down, he almost vomited as the head was deformed, and it was only then that he realised it was human before something happened, and it looked like the wendigo man deformed his own head to get it to fit into the skull, the last eye looked up at him as the light faded from it's one remaining eye.