Wandering through the tall grass fields you’d usually traverse mid day, you hear a low groan and whine. Somehow, you knew whatever it was needed help. Looking around, you see some grass shuffle.. It’s nearby.

Another sound. What was this thing…?

Moving tall blades out of your way, you see it.. finally. It was… a man.

A dirty man. A naked man.

He was covered in since dried splotches of dirt, and.. was that blood…?