wolf in sheep's clothing (Origin Story)

chapter 2: predator and prey

As I was falling I had flashbacks of my wife and son flash before my eyes.
When I finally hit the water it knocked the breath out of me. The cold water swarmed around my body as I sank deeper and deeper. I eventually came to and struggled to get air. I swam to the surface as fast as I could and eventually got to the surface gasping for air. I realized my gun was at the bottom and that I had to go back for it. I caught my breath and headed back to the bottom. When I got down to the bottom I felt around until I found my gun and swam back up. Once I got to the surface I decided to swim to the clearing we were looking at earlier. I got to the shore and crawled out of the water. My body was tired and weak. As soon as I stood up I heard a rustling sound coming from over by the trees. I turned to see three wolves walking out from behind the trees. They were walking toward me. I knew they wanted to kill me. I reached down and grabbed my knife from my boot. When I did the wolves ran at me. The first wolf jumped at me so I ducked and stabbed it in the stomach with my knife. The other two circled around me. I grabbed my gun from around my shoulder to give me some distance. The second wolf charged toward me. I swung my gun up under it's jaw as hard as I could, knocking the wolf back. The third wolf jumped on my back knocking me into a tree and breaking my gun in half. I managed to flip over onto my back before I hit the ground. The third wolf got on top of me and tried to bite me in my face but I used my arm to block my face. The wolf bit my arm and I yelled out in pain. I used my other arm to stab the wolf in the neck repeatedly. Eventually the wolf's body went numb and I pushed it off of me. I stood up and seen the second wolf running away. The first wolf was laying in the grass bleeding from the knife wound. I walked over to it and stood over the wolf's body for a minute before lunging my knife into it's chest. I kept stabbing the wolf as blood splattered onto my face. I calmed down after a while and sat against a tree catching my breath. My arm was in bad shape. I knew I had to get to the house to tend to my wounds but I remembered telling my son to run home. I started panicking and wondering if he was alright. I ran up the mountainside to the top of the waterfall where we were at but he wasn't there. I ran down the path toward the house yelling his name. I didn't hear a response but I kept running. I turned the corner to the final stretch to the house and saw something in the distance. It was in the middle of the trail. I ran up to get a better look but when I got closer I realized it was my son. I ran faster than I ever have. I dropped down beside him with tears in my eyes. He was covered in blood and dirt. He wasn't breathing and he had no pulse.
I cried as I wrapped my arms around him and rocked back and forth. He was all I had left and now he was gone. I looked up in the air and raised my fist to the sky. With tears running down my face I yelled out that I would do anything to get him back. I clung to my son's body thinking of everything I could have done to protect him. I heard rustling in the bushes around me. I looked up to see wolves all around me. I pulled out my knife pointing it at the wolves. My other arm was still wrapped around my son's lifeless body. I wouldn't let them take my son's body without a fight. They were slowly closing in on me. I knew I couldn't kill all of them. I knew I would die.

To be continued....