The Prey

You are all alone in the middle of the woods. The wind whispers indifferent right at your ear, bringing the howling of wolves and their fearsome growls. There is no one to help you. Not anyone in a thousand miles can hear you scream. You'd better start running, and do it fast, if you want to live one more day. Beware of the fallen trees and their branches... they can be as sharp as knives...