Fear. That is all you could feel. Utter terror, like an infection in your very veins. You were a goddamned soldier, you weren't supposed to feel fear. But you couldn't help it. Your hands trembled on your gun as you walked alongside Simon, and you could see his hands shaking a little too. It was too foggy to see further than 15 feet, and the trees were too repetitive to really know where you two were. You could barely hear your footsteps over your pounding heartbeat. You'd been sent into this forest by a village who swore there was something in this damn forest.

There is. There's something in this forest, and it's not happy that you two were in here. The sounds you kept hearing sounded almost human, but just off enough to set you both on edge. And something had scratched you. On the back of your neck, Simon had said, were 3 long, distinct red marks, going down past your collar.

But you kept walking. Each step making something crunch, each breath harsh and heavy, everything cold and unforgiving.

"If we make it out alive, I'm strangling Price." Simon hissed, his gloves creaking as his grip tightens on his gun.