Chapter 1 It was a dark night, and the darkness was only broken by the light emitting from the headlights of the only car driving down the road. Michael Hunt sat in the car driving, occasionally looking out of one of the side windows at the silhouette of the forest around him to keep him awake.

The lights came across something in the road. It was some sort of figure. Michael stopped the car and climbed out. He kept the headlights on and walked over to the still figure.

As Michael walked over he could see it was a type of dog, more then definitely a stray. It was laying still on the floor, and at first he thought that it had just been hit by a car. Then Michael got a clear close look at the dog and had to stop himself from being sick. The top of the dogs head was split open, the fur just below the wound mattered with blood and dirt. Part of the brain inside the dog was missing- this was a few feet away from the dog, laying on the ground looking as though it had been chewed.

The chest had been ripped open and the heart crushed. Even more blood. Michael looked at the dog again and said "what sick person could do this to a dog?" No answer came from the silence.

Michael carefully moved the remains into the edge of the forest, but then he walked back to the car. He was going to spend no more time here. On the journey back to his car, which seemed to last for an eternity, Michael heard a groaning from the forest. He turned around to look at where the sound came from.

"Who's there?" More groaning. "I said who's the fuck there!" Michael saw something walk out of the forest, something human shaped. "Hey who are you?" More groaning and the creature walked towards him. "Who are you?" "Hey man, can you help me?" Michael walked over to the person and saw that he was holding his arm. "What's wrong with your arm?" asked Michael. "Look" said the man as he took his hand away.

Michael looked at the sight. A huge chunk of flesh had been ripped from the arm, down to the bone, and the bloodied flesh around the wound had dirt and small stones lodged in it. The wound must have been fresh, as blood was poring from the severed veins and arteries over the exposed bone, which was not entirely covered by blood, but was instead red and white.

Horrified Michael asked the man what happened. "I was attacked in the woods by someone. They bit a huge chunk out of my arm, and bit off two of my fingers, see" said the man raising his hand. It was true, there were two bloody stumps next to his other fingers, and these too were covered in blood.

The man began to convulse, and Michael looked into the man's eyes, which turned a misty red. "You have to...grrrrrrrrr". The man grabbed Michael by the throat, and then got his head in his hands. Michael punched the man in the stomach, but went through the t-shirt, for the assailant no longer had a stomach. Michael pulled his blood covered hand out of the bloody hole, and screamed into the night as the attacker started to bite into his skull.