The Predators Hunt

Morning (Alien Gore)

Once they're gone, I rush out, grab my supplies, then dive back into the bush.
"Alright," I whisper, "listen to me. We have to be quiet. A - and if we see those guys again, just look like you're surrendering and they won't hurt you, ok?"
"What?" Jeremy's entire body was shaking. His glasses were slightly cracked and covered in mud, while his short black hair had become unruly and matted.
"Just stay quiet!" I whisper loudly.
I pull out my knife then slice away the restraints on his leg. Once the ropes are gone, I see a red gash on Jeremy's ankle.
"Shit."
I help Jeremy to stand on one foot and together we go deeper into the forest.

When I open my eyes, the sun shines through the canopy of treetops. Rain droplets hang from every leaf and branch, slowly dripping onto my tan skin. I hear a groan beside me.
"Jeremy?"
He groans again, clutching his injured leg.
"Don't worry, I got this."
I retrieve the med kit and get out the supplies as fast as I can. Carefully, I disinfect the wound, then wrapped it in gauze. Thank God it wasn't infected or needed stitches.
"T - thanks..." Jeremy began to chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
Jeremy smiled big, fished something out of his pocket, then held it up proud. It was the multi - purpose tool.
"Oh my God." I chuckled myself.
"Told ya it was l - lucky!"
"Whatever man, just rest that ankle."
I got up, then picked up my knife.
"W - wait! You're not! - don't leave me - "
"I'm not going far, don't worry. Just stay here, and remember," I kicked my gun toward him, "if it's one of those humanoids, don't shoot. If it's that other thing, shoot."
Jeremy swallowed, then nodded slowly. I trekked away from the large oak tree we had both slept under, looking for signs of anyone.
Nothing. Not even clicking noises.
Speaking of which, did Bear really save us? He clearly was telling me to duck, so that he could purposefully cut the rope, right? But why?
I shook my head. It didn't matter. All that mattered was finding another group to help us. That is if any of the others were alive. I continue my trek, making sure to glance up at the trees every so often.

Nothing. No one. The sun was setting and me and Jeremy were completely alone.
He had tried to cheer me up with some, "Don't worry, we'll be okay," and "someone will find us eventually, we'll be fine." I had stayed silent.
Now, after devouring the rest of the rations, Jeremy was asleep and I kept watch. The gun was cold. The forest was strangely silent.
My heart sank along with my eyelids. My fingers went limp. The night sky, treetops, branches, and grass went blurry.
Then something moved.
Then there was a hiss.
My legs moved before I knew it. My knuckles went white on the guns handle. My eyes were now darting every which way to locate the noise.
I hear it again. A loud hissing, like a giant feral crocodile. Or a demented cat on the hunt. Whatever it was, it was getting louder.
Along with it came a growl. An animalistic growl. The kind of growl that would come from a starving beast right before it strikes.
Right...before..it...
"WINDA GET DOWN!!"
I turn toward Jeremy, facing my own reflection. Its horrified face gawks at me on the surface of a black, blank, bulbous head.
I shriek and instinctively pull the trigger.
BANG!!
BANG!!
BANG!!
The creature let's out a scream like hiss. liquid sprays from its bullet holes and lands on my arm.
There's wetness for a second, then pain. Pure, raw, pain. I look down to see that the liquid is green, fizzling, and melting my flesh.
I yowl in agony. I stumble, then trip, dropping my gun. The stench of burnt skin infects my nose. I'm too petrified to hold the wound.
"WINDA!"
I look up just in time to see the monster above me. My God.
It's massive. Its entirely black body is slick and skeletal, with a sort of exoskeleton look. Its head is large and long, with its only feature being a disturbingly human like mouth.
It's just like the picture except uglier and about to kill me.