You race through Craven Woods guided by moonlight and pure adrenaline. The only thing you can think of is escaping whoever, or whatever, effortlessly tore the bus driver apart.

Suddenly, you're falling, your foot caught by an unseen root. You land face-first onto the forest floor but quickly scramble to your feet, fearing the unstoppable killer is right behind you. But looking over your shoulder yields only dead trees swaying in the wind, and chirping crickets.

Reason returns as you catch your breath. Blindly running through the forest will surely get you killed.

You scan the area in search of a logical route to safety. You pause when you notice a tiny, red glow flickering beyond the trees. It could be a campsite, far to the East. There could be people there who know a fast way out of the woods, and back to civilization.

Then you recall Craven Woods' horrific folktales... and fear what could be a campfire, is actually a bonfire kindled with bones, burning on a serial killer's pig farm.

You continue searching and a building silhouetted against the full moon. You're almost positive it's a darkened ranger's station situated upon a northern hill. Maybe you can break in and radio for help... or maybe it's not a ranger's station, buta destroyed lab, still stalked by the hybrid predator it created.

The fear casts doubt, and you consider walking deeper into the woods in the hopes of coming out the other end... but what if you stumble upon an abandoned prison haunted by a deceased inmate?*

Then you hear screams, and know you must quickly decide.