Episode 1

Alexander Johnstone:

'The first night was the hardest. At least, thats what i allow myself to believe; If i thought about it i'd probably realise that they never really get easier. 
The screams in the night still scare me, but that fear is what drives me forward, the need to remain human. . .'


The snow was deep, covering the train tracks almost completely, behind him only footprints, ahead, unknown danger. The only sound was the echo of his own footsteps as he trudged forward. Suddenly there was a crash in the trees to the left followed by horrid screams and wails as the birds took to the sky. Something was coming.
He dived to the ground, staring towards the comotion, never blinking for fear of what may emerge from the trees. Even before he could see it he knew it was watching him. It's fiery stare upon him, he was at a massive disadvantage in the clearing but it was too late to move.

Any minute now it would be upon him, he just had to wait.

Suddenly the air was pierced by a deafening shriek which carried on as the creature shot out of the trees into the clearing straight towards him. Hunching closer to the ground he readied himself, tightening his grip on the handle of his knife. It was almost upon him when it lept into the air. He lunged forward with the knife, and missed. With his weight behind the knife, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding the creature, but before he could get to his feet it was upon him again, pinning him to the ground. He dropped his knife.

It lowered it's head towards him, jaws agape ready to tear his throat appart. The stench of its breath on his face made him want to gag. It's eyes pierced his skin and burned his insides. He flailed his arms wildly. As fist connected with rotten flesh, the creature fell off of him with a squeal. He rolled aside to find his knife but it was lost in the snow. Scanning in ahead of him he heard a sudden roar which sent a shiver down his spine. He turned to find his foe already on its feet. As he leapt to his it gave another brief, intimidating roar and pounced again, but this time he was ready for it. He hit the deck as the beast sailed through the air above him and had leapt to his feet before the hunter hit the ground. He charged forward as it scrambled, confused, and with a swift kick to the head, rendered it unconscious.

He rumaged around in the snow for his knife and cut the creatures throat.

He Began again down the train tracks as the blood stained the crisp white snow, he had to keep moving, the others would be drawn by the scent of the blood.