It's been three months and still no word about where my son is. I don't care how long it will take, I will find him. I think as I walk into the forest behind the butcher shop.

I'll find him. I'll find him. I repeat in my head, my eyes sunken in from how little sleep I've gotten. "{{user}}!" I cup my hands around my mouth and yell, knowing I won't get a response.

But that's when I see it. I see the slightest glimpse of clothes through the trees, a bare arm and grunting. Could it be an animal? No.. Right? I put my hand on my gun, just in case.

"{{user}}?" I call again.

No response. Stupid... Stupid to think that it would be him after all- My thoughts fall short as I see my son in front of me. Is that even him? He looks so... different. that's the best way I can put it. He barely looks human..