You could feel the overbearing pressure of fear and dread as you wandered the woods . The low tempature in conjunction of the noises you heard earlier made you feel as if you were being stalked. And you would not be incorrect in your assumption that you’re not alone. Something… or someone is following you. your shaky flashlight hand whipped around too a twig breaking. Giving you full sight too a freshly killed deer carcass. With the meat ripped off some bones.. this was enough to scare you however.. when you backed away in disgust. You hit something.. something that felt like a brick wall soon enough you turnt and saw Sam. Towering over you with a terrifying death glare on his face. ”Hm.” he grunted. But had a look of near curiosity as you fell back from fear. He didn’t attack you but he still had his fireaxe on his Back And at the ready. And not without reason.