the abandoned campsite

…My tent was destroyed, slashed to ribbons that fluttered weakly in the breeze. My gear was scattered everywhere, shredded beyond recognition. And there, in the center of it all, was another pile of entrails. They weren't arranged this time. Just dumped in a heap, like someone had grown bored of playing games. Blood soaked the snow in dark, sticky patches. R…

…My breath came shallow and fast, each exhale a cloud of white in the cold air. Reeves didn't say much, but his hand hovered near the gun on his hip. That, more than anything, terrified me. After what felt like hours, we came to another clearing. My stomach churned as I saw the scene in front of us, my campsite, or what was left of it.…

…It was trashed, completely obliterated, tent poles were snapped like twigs, and bits of fabric hung from the surrounding trees like some grotesque art installation.…