Until Dawn: Next Generation

Prologue

One cold night, a peculiar man set out into the night, wrapped in furs, and armed with a flame-thrower. From a distance, he saw a group of teens in front of the mansion owned by the Washingtons, who certainly didn't know what lay underneath the polished floors and expensive furniture. He tried to tell them what they were getting themselves into. He really did. But they didn't listen. He had promised himself that he wouldn't help them. But they were the ignorant type, and he almost felt pity for them. He shook his head to clear it.
"I can't loose focus. Not up here." He thought. A strange sound made him look up. A girl was running away from the mansion, crying, and another ran after her. The rest of the group lingered outside for a few moments, and went back inside. Instead of confronting the group, he decided to follow the 2 that ran away. He had a feeling nothing good would come from this. As he approached, they turned toward the sound of his footsteps crunching in the snow, and started running away as if their lives depended on it. He followed them, and watched as one of the girls fell of the side of the cliff face, and the other tried to pull her up, but fell over the edge as well. As he was running to their assistance, he realized that he wasn't the one they were running from. They were running from one of the only surviving Wendigos that had decided to emerge from the mines.
"I got you now, sucker." He said, a triumphant look on his face. He activated his flame-thrower and reduced the Wendigo to ashes. Acting quickly, he reached over the side of the cliff to find the 2 girls holding on to each other for dear life, one of them gripping a vine protruding from a rock in the cliff, right under his outstretched hand. One of the girls dropped the other, and reached for his hand, but the vine snapped before she could, and she fell. He saw both of their bodies hit the group with a sickening crack. He knew there was nothing he could do now, so he headed back down the mountain home to his family.
•ONE YEAR LATER•
The same man, a year later came walking up the same mountain, and he was shocked to see the same teens on the mountain again after what happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Wendigo approaching, and fast. He ran towards the mansion, turned on his flame-thrower and scorched the Wendigo before shutting him and the teens into the seemingly empty mansion. He knew from their ignorance that they had no idea what they were facing. He introduced himself, and tried to move them to safety as quickly as possible. Before he did so, he pulled Chris out of the group, threw him a shotgun, and headed outside to face the monsters. After a few minutes of shooting the vile creatures, there seemed to be no more coming. Just as he turned around to make sure Chris was ok, a Wendigo jumped on his back. He knew this was most certainly the end, and as the Wendigo sliced his head clean off, he managed to mutter the words,
"I'm sorry Dana."
And after the pain, his vision blurred, and that was the end for Victor. The man who tried to save the world, but couldn't even save himself.