I am Wendigo

I am Wendigo, Short Story

How far can the human mind go when being told about a creature which people say is fake, do people believe it right away and not question their reality, or are they like me, someone who questions everything.
I've been alone for 30 something years, living in the northern part of Canada in the wilderness.
I was a scientist, a good one. I used to live in , well lets just say I used to be in the town of Canada, not the wilderness.
I recently made a discovery, linking to the missing cases of multiple people.
I. Was. Silenced.
I knew the reason people were going missing, nobody believed me except the ultimate power, the government.
They exciled me to the forest, saying I am not
welcome in Canada as I caused panic in the people. They are hiding something, and they know what it is, they are hiding it so we stay as puppets that does not question their reality.
No money, food, or shelter.
It was a cold winter, freezing, as if the sun does not existed.
Let me get to the point, Wendigo, It is real.
Wendigo, wicked and evil as can be.
My life goal, find this mysterious creature.
All the people that went missing were hunters, starving hunters.
Me and the people that gone missing have one thing in common, we are hungry, very hungry.
Why was I sent to the wilderness, never to return back home, why couldn't they have sent me to another country? Questions struck my head like lightning. I've been here for so long, nothing was to appear yet.
Let me get into the meaning of the Wendigo, the word, the origin, the core. Wendigo is story about a hunter who was starving and ended up eating a human. Canabalism. After being full filled, the hunter had the urge to do it again, and so he did.
Is this a true story? In my twisted mind, yes. To others it means nothing.
The word Wendigo means selfishness, greed, and most importantly, canabalism.
Ive seen it all. Tall, skinny, you can see the marrow on its bones. It's ribcage, shows human flesh hanging from it, the face, a mix of predator and prey, wolf and deer. Hallow eyes, dark pits, truly evilness. The smell, a smell so unexpected and unpleasant, it will stick in one's mind, even after death.
This is my note before I die to this creature. Nobody believed me, now it will continue to terrorize for 100s, 1000s, even millions of years. It needs human flesh, and will always continue to find some until certain death of the earth.
Everyone is doomed, they should have listened.
Now I will not say a word, and let people get terrorized by this creature. I mentioned before I was hungry, well lets just say humans were more appealing than animals.
No, I did not die to the Wendigo, I became one.
Guess I found out why the government sends you here.
I am Wendingo.