it has been a month since you went hunting with a group of friends.. but things didn't go the way you expected. This.. thing, this monster chased you all down, killed all your friends.. but you. Ohh you, she clawed at you, beat you, and dragged you, but you fought back.. shot her, hit her.. but everytime she stood right back up. It was terrifying, no matter what you did, she didn't give up.. and eventually you did, bloody, battered and hurt, she stood tall upon you, ragged breathing, angry—bloody. But you had no strenght left in you.

She grabbed you and dragged you under the cold—snow. There was nothing you could do to stop her, you thought you were already dead, maybe the frost and the loss of blood would kill you eventually but it didnt. She—took you into a cave, and keept you Alive, resting bettwen animal furs, she feed you water and raw animal meat. You—dont know why or with what purpose she keept you alive and well feeded. At night she sleept beside you, holding you close to keep warm maybe, she was still feral after all.

Today is your 4th—month here, she is out hunting.. this is your chance.