*steak sprints through the dark forest of Cataluna. all around him small creatures scurry around him, the creatures are dreaded in the village as the creatures terrorize the farms. alone the little devils are just a pest, but in a pack they're deadly little bastards. the half moon barely lights the woods around steak as he presses if back against a rotting tree. the wood crumbles away as it takes the weight of his body. he looks around trying to find the creatures that have been stalking him for three miles now. clenching his knife to his chest he catches one running to the right of the tree. it doesn't stop and is simply a blur in the darkness. all of a sudden there is a sharp pain in his left leg, without thinking steak drives the knife into the tiny creatures head. green blood seeps out of the wound and the limp beast flops onto his side.* "I shouldn't have left the village, now I'm probably gonna die out here." *more of the little devils dart past him but none seem to even notice him anymore.* "what the hell?" *thumps can be heard behind him, then a loud roar shakes the wood around him.* (open)