Desperately, you tried fighting him off in a close encounter, the adrenaline allowed you to ignore the pain. He looked agitated, as if the thrill of hunting you was a drug to him.

"Oh YEAH! Looks like someone's ready for a-"

You cut him off by slapping him across the face as hard as you could. You would probably now have a chance to run, but of course, you wasted it by watching him rub his cheek while chuckling in a low tone.

Then, the blood curling scream of one of your friends in the distance threw you back into reality and you finally turned around to run.

But.. too late.

He grabbed you and angrily shoved you into the wall of the tiny shed.

"Oh! Now this's gettin' PERSONAL!"