The growls pushed against my face and sent shivers down my spine. From the ashes of the ones we once loved to the blood of my own body dripping out of me, I knew… knew this day was distended to come. John Winchester worked for an industry in which he was to protect the oil workers while on site. He was to make sure no one was to be attacked by anything while working and keep everything in check.
One day Mr. Winchester got report that all was done on that site and he was to be reported home for “pay day”. Although, when he thought everything was perfect, the most outrageous thing happened. On the drive back to home base John had an interesting conversation with Bob, a trucker from Anchorage, about how many people show up missing yearly. What surprised him the most was the high percentage and that barely anyone has been recovered.
BOOM! John woke up two hours later off road and in the deep woods of Alaska by himself. He started looking around for Bob but there was no sign at all. John shouted and looked around but was concerned that maybe Bob went to get help, so John stayed by the truck just incase. It has been a day and still no sign of Bob and has yet to find out anything of what happened. John packs up some supplies and leaves the truck. The hard part was that his rifle has been broken and all he had was a knife to protect himself with.
He starts heading north in look for any sign of Bob or where he might have gone. There was foot tracks moving towards a stream near a rocky mountain, but John was hesitant about tracking the foot tracks. As he started to go further down the stream, John started to see sprinkles of blood along with the tracks. If Bob has been hurt then maybe he could or possibly be dead or alive and that was the goal now, to rescue Bob.
It has been three days and still no sign of Bob. I’m scared that maybe someone has taken him, or worse… eaten him. The blood on the floor was getting thicker and the howls were getting louder as I get deeper into the scary forest. Every night is a struggle as I have to climb up high enough so the scary monsters of the night won’t take me before anything else does. It’s hard to sleep daily, especially when the wolves are hunting you and the moon is out. I went out looking for Bob, still tracking the blood on the floor as it got thicker and thicker. I didn’t want the blood to go away so I had to move quick. I found a bunch of dead animals near a narrow path of branches and moss. I walked near it, I had to find Bob no matter what, I just couldn’t leave him. The rugged area was cold, colder than the Alaskan winter. I could feel the darkness creeping up to grab me and take every ounce of life I had left. I had two choices, and that was to either go and take what comes ahead or go back and find another way.
It was only a matter of time before I was to be eaten by the monsters out here. I hear the howls and the footprints around me! I ran in and all I see is bones and blood. Maybe this was the wrong decision? Maybe this was the wrong choice? It didn’t matter now… I was already dead. I heard them behind me so I pushed the branches forward and I made it. I made it to the center of what seemed to be the den. The wolves surrounded me as one of them…yes, the alpha was looking at me dead in the eyes with what seemed to be Bob in his mouth. I was a goner and the only thing running through my mind was my death. All the possible ways I were to be slaughtered and mauled to death. It was time… It was my time.