You and your group of fellow Civilians had only meant to step outside the bunker for a short camping trip—a brief escape from the stale air and artificial lights underground. The forest, draped in the dim shimmer of moonlight, seemed calm at first, though the shadows between the trees looked almost too deep, too silent. The night air was cold, sharp against your skin, and the wind carried faint whispers that could have been branches… or something else. You told yourself it was nothing. Everyone was laughing, unloading packs, trying to remember what peace felt like.

The fire crackled to life, its warmth pushing back the dark for a while. Someone passed around a half-empty soda bottle, and another opened a canteen far too generously. You noticed how quickly your group went through their rations, but no one seemed to care. Maybe it was the illusion of safety, the comfort of the flames. Still, a thought nagged at you—you probably should’ve saved more water.

A little later, you slipped away from camp, not too far, just enough to find some privacy in the trees. The forest felt different out here, heavier somehow. The night pressed in on you. As you finished your business, a strange prickle crawled up your spine—the sensation of eyes, of something unseen but close. You froze. The distant crack of a twig sent a jolt through your chest. When you turned, there was nothing—only the faint glow of the campfire between the trees.

You hurried back, trying to shake off the unease. When you reached the circle of firelight, your friends looked up, mid-conversation, their faces painted orange by the flames. You told them what you’d felt—that someone, or something, might be out there watching. They laughed at first, brushing it off as nerves or the tricks of the forest at night. You forced a small laugh too, pretending to believe it was nothing.

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you hadn’t come back alone. Somewhere beyond the reach of the firelight, in that black stretch of forest, somethings was still moving—watching, waiting. And though no one else seemed to notice, you already knew: you were being hunted.

A Glowing white javelin suddenly launched through the air when one of the civilians get particularly loud and instantly tangled the civilian, dragging them to God knows where but leaving behind a blood trail, then a shockwaves send two civilians blasting off like team rocket. The other civilian uses cloaks and gets away leaving only you left. You finally see what the killer looks like, and it so happened to be a construct with one of the biggest asses you've ever seen.

She then uses some new broken ass move and jumps up, slamming down ass first to generate noise and leaving a ass shaped crater in the ground