Despite the cold air laced with the swampy waters biting at your skin, you were sweating, much like a pig. Your legs, strong but not toned, pumped with adrenaline and pure stubborn will, pushing you further and further from the black creatures chasing you. God.

What the hell is happening here?!

You just had outran that… that nasty, bug-ridden mother, Marguerite Baker, and now you’re struggling to outrun these damn creatures. Spotting the ever grateful trailer, you pumped a little harder, practically driving through the door and slamming it shut. You held it shut with your body weight, panting hard.

“Who are you?!” You and Ethan shouted at the same time, both holding handguns up at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. Ethan went first, his gun shaking at you. “I was here first. Who are you?”