Chapter 1

Mike stood in the bathroom looking at his reflection. A month had passed from the insane night. He removed the bandage on his neck looking at the scratch he received from the monster. It was healed. He sighed relieved knowing the scratch would not affect him. Mike stepped out of the bathroom going to his bedroom getting dressed.

Mike stood in the meat department of the food store. He was stocking the arrived packets of meat away. He grabbed one looking it, the blood quickly gathered at the end. He stood staring at it. Flash back came to him from the night.

"Michael!" The voice yelled snapping him back.

"Y-yeah." He answered looking back at his manager.

"Got a visitor." He informed Mike pressed his brows together wondering who it was. Mike walked to the front to see Emily.

"Emily?" Mike called out. She turned around smiling weakly at him.

"What's up?" Mike asked standing in front of her.

"I was wondering how you were doing."

"I'm fine, you?" Mike asked back. Emily sighed rubbing her arm.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked frowning. Emily sighed shaking her head.

"Mike, you got scratched by one of those things, aren't you worried?" Emily asked. Mike smiled placing his hands on her shoulder.

"We're okay." Mike assured.

"You and I won't become one of those things." Emily leaned in wrapping her arms around Mike.

"I hope you're right…" She replied. Mike smiled hugging her back. He rubbed her back trying to calm her.

"Michael, there's something else that's bothering me…" Emily pulled away looking up at Mike. She paused a while before talking again.

"I… I'm hearing things, like voices…." She informed.

"You're probably just tired, go home and rest." Mike smiled. Emily looked at him nodding.

"Yeah I'm just tired…" she repeated.

Mike had gone back to work after Emily left. He sat in the breakroom scrolling through his phone. It was difficulty to go back to a normal life after everything that had happened. He wondered how everyone else was doing, mainly Chris. Should he try and reach out? Would Chris want to even talk about what happed in the mountains? Doubt it, who in their right minds would want to remember that horrible night. The hours passed and Mike headed back to his apartment, he walked down the street shuffling through his music. He glanced up to see a pair of men circling someone. Mike popped his earphone out going to investigate.

"Wallet and phone." The thug ordered.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice." The thug smiled, Chris was being held by the collar of his shirt being pinned to the wall. His cheek was bruised and a trail of blood on his lower lip.

"There a problem here?" Mike asked as both men turned back.

"This doesn't concern you man, why don't you keep on walking?"

"See I can't do that. Not in my nature to turn my back on asshole like you." Mike smiled. The thug maybe a face throwing his fist. Mike quickly dodged the hit as he quickly brought his elbow to the man's face knocking him on his ass.

"You fucker!" The thug cursed letting Chris go bringing to attention to Mike. Mike quickly took care of the thug, both ran when they saw Chris on his cell.

"You okay?" Mike asked looking back at Chris who wiped the blood from his lip.

"I've been through worse, remember?" Chris asked Mike lowered his gaze. It still haunts him too.

"Y-Yeah…" Mike replied.

"Why don't you come over? Can treat that." Mike offered while pointing to Chris. Chris nodded.

"Sure." He replied as he followed Mike home.

A/N: So this took a lot of brainstorming! Yes the bites are harmless, and the host becomes possessed IF they consume flesh. Well I unfortunately missed 101 intro to Wendigo. I kept trying to find ways to make this make sense and sort of realistic. Hope you enjoyed.