The Hollow

The Hollow

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Following a devastating "wolf attack" that left Sarah and Bailey dead, survivors Abram and Trevor bear both physical and emotional scars. Abram struggles with his facial disfigurement and missing arm, while Trevor grapples with his own injuries. Three months later, Trevor uncovers disturbing evidence suggesting their tragedy wasn't an isolated incident - or caused by wolves at all. Trail cam footage and years of similar "animal attacks" point to something more sinister stalking the winter woods. As Trevor contemplates revenge, Abram isn't ready to face their mysterious attacker again, leading to a quiet evening where both men try to find comfort in each other's presence while haunted by memories of that blood-stained snow. major trigger warnings include implied SA Gorey descriptions drinking panic and anxiety attacks major character death
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Hunger

Hunger. His stomach ached with pure hunger. His lips bled. His hands were nearly frozen shut by the freezing air around him. He couldn't move them if he tried. He could smell blood. Fresh circulating blood. The booze that had stained his breath had done little to numb the agony that tore at his lungs. The snow around him had reached his knees and its soaking-wet weight clung to his trousers like chains. His mind felt dreary, filled with a dull roar as he trenched closer and closer to the raw scent, closer to the pinprick of light that shone against the thick forest trees. It swam a little in front of him through tear-soaked eyes and he fought the urge to cough from his cotton-dry mouth. He licked at his cracked lips and continued to stumble through the snow. He couldn't feast, not tonight. But he could possibly find a distraction or two. A very delicious distraction.

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