The Predators Hunt

Encounter

I try everything to steady my breathing.
Whatever that thing is, it's here! It's actually here just like I thought. Those were Grant and Rogers screams. It's here!
I squeeze my eyes shut as heavy footsteps approach the tent.
My teeth chatter.
My heart's about to burst.
Goodbye world.
I yelp as the entire tent is ripped straight from the ground. I close my eyes and try to accept my death.
After a few seconds, I slowly open my eyes in confusion.
I take in a shaky breathe as I look up at the creature towering over me.
Thankfully, it wasn't that thing from the picture. It was humanoid, with thick, green scaly skin that was covered in strong metal armor with webs of fishnet poking through.
Along with its armored attire was a helmet that covered its entire face except for its tendril like hair that spilled from the sides of its head and over its muscular shoulders.
I bet I could admire its oddly beautiful appearance, if only it wasn't covered in bucket fulls of blood and staring right at me.
I lay as still as I can. The creature doesn't move. A chilling clicking noise comes from behind its helmet.
It turns and walks away from the camp, stomping the fire out along the way, then dissappears right in front of me in the silent night.
I black out.

I groan as I lift my head. Everything hurts. What a wierd dream.
I stretch my sore muscles and breath the humid forest air deep through my nose. The sunlight makes my eyes squint. Wait, where the hell did my tent go?
I turn my head to see the tent crumpled on the ground beside me. Then I turn to see what's in front of me.
I scream.
Two headless, bloody, mutilated corpses lay strewn around the charred fire pit. I immediately recognize them as Roger and Grant.
I stumble backwards, tripping over some tree roots.
It was real! That thing killed them!! And it's out there, probably waiting to kill me next!!
After controlling my breathing, I call out for Jeremy. No response.
Perhaps if I find him, we could both get the fuck out of here. That is if he's not dead.
I quickly grab my gun and pack, then sprint as far away from the carnage as possible.