"Don't eat us!" Wilson shouted. "Take Lee! He'll taste better!"
"Well, fuck you!" Lee shouted back at his friend.
My pick though? Wilson. That boy was insufferable.
In a quick flash, I had already started to tear out Wilson's jugular, blood cascading down from the open wound and staining the grass.
Michael, Jane, and Lee all ran, not once trying to help their friend.
Once I had gotten through Wilson (devouring him completely), I wasted no time in tracking down Michael... and then after, Lee. (After all, Wilson had only made my hunger increase.)
I shifted out onto the pathway seeing a shape taking off. Run, I thought.
I watched, silently, as Jane took off through the night before returning back to the campsites to look for my next prey. Why didn't I kill her as I did her friends? Well, that's simple: I'm a feminist.
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Running From Kevin
ParanormalThe story of four dumb college students who decide to go camping in wendigo hunting grounds. And when they come face to face with one, what do they do? They taunt it.
