“All of its prey shall be pursued”

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How long has it been? Where are you?

You and your friends decided to make a trip to the hills and mountains early spring, where you heard rumors about an apex predator called: Pursuer.

First day went completely fine, your friend group made it to the first stop, settled down. Made a fire, and made food.

The food’s sent might’ve triggered something deep the the unknown woods, because there was some kind of noise in the forest—

“Ahh…fresh meat…”

Wait. What was THAT. Panicked and confused, or maybe even scared, your friends and you looked at each other. The bravest stood up and went out to check.

Next day?

A blood trail leading somewhere, maybe a wild animal’s lair. Most likely, your friend died. The rest of you were stupid enough to continue, even though that you guys knew that something was keeping track of you.

Walking up the paths, some tricky, some difficult. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you’re being watched every single step that you make.

But this feeling gets too strong.

You guys arrived at the second stop, made fire, and made food.

The sent might’ve triggered something yet again. And that’s when it hit you: Maybe the rumors are true.

But nobody dared to move away from the fire this time.

Third day and paranoia already gotten to the rest of your friends. All of them turned around and left, hoping you would survive.

You continue your journey upwards, news telling you that this is the place where most of the voyagers die.

You take a shaky step forward. Then another. And another.

You could’ve swore that you heard some kind of harmonica play somewhere far away in the woods.

You kept going, but your guts tell you to turn back like the rest.

You make it to the third stop.

You make first, make food just like the twice as before.

But then, you see something.

Glowing neon green eyes and teeth just staring at you.

You freeze.

It’s getting closer to you. Pursuer’s getting closer.