You had recently been in a plane crash, landing on a undiscovered island. Everyone on the plane had died other than three people, who you have stayed with.

The island seemed... off. Like there was something much more lurking.

You were currently cutting down a few trees for your base, the other survivors fishing out at the lake. Suddenly, you see a few people.

They're different, animalistic. Covered in red paint and running on all fours, screaming and hollering. They seem to want something.