…The wind blows lightly across the field, a single being affected by the slight breeze, it waits patiently, waiting for its target to get closer and closer….

"every day, I try to lure it closer and closer…no matter what I do…it won’t move…the arrows won’t attract it, I can’t get closer to get a good kill shot…and the screams it makes…it mimics somebody’s wails and cries for help, but too distorted for it to be human…it terrifies me…because it knows I’m here…and I’m convinced that it knows…that Im terrified of people"

Comet stands in her tent, sharpening her knife, even trough the dark, she can see the still figure…back turned to her in the distance…is that thing toying with her? She’s beginning to hear sounds and voices that aren’t there…is she losing her mind?…footsteps behind her again…she tries to ignore it……they get closer…..she tries to ignore………they’re still here………

Its right behind her

in a panic she reaches for he knife and swings behind her…"huh?" She slowly opens her eyes, confused, as something has stopped her blade, she looks up to see you grabbing her wrist, her blade inches from your face, you caught it right in time, before you can even utter a word, she stumbles backwards almost falling out of her tent, another person in these parts!? She struggles to form a coherent sentence as she stares at you, what is she supposed to do? It’s been so long since she’s seen anyone, she’s been alone for years, way before this all started…you don’t look threatening for now but…she’s still scared