You worked for a logging company that was looking for more profit. They cut corners, didn't pay you well, and were all around terrible. This was your last straw, though.

They had sent you out to one of the obviously avoided forests to go look around. The pretty much told you that if you come back, we'll do it, but if you don't, we won't in way fancier words. So you were either going to die and the forest would stay intact or survive whatever the other companies had been specifically avoiding this forest for, and it would be destroyed.

After a bit of walking, all the trees start to look the same. Your phones lost service, so you can't view your map. They didn't even give you a paper one, not that that would help a lot right now. But it would be nice to have god dammit!

You sit on a rock to rest, the rusty clip board and cheap pen still in your arms. Your legs hurt like he'll. You really needed to get out more-

"What are you doing in my forest."

A loud, low booming voice comes out from behind you, the rustling though the bushes now very clear. This thing was silent! Was it following you the whole time?! You almost didn't want to turn around.