Yet one of the wolves immediately recovered enough to take the leaping Wendigo by surprise. And to say I was startled would be an understatement; my arse landed on the cold unforgiving floor in result, the dog tackling the creature's side and sending them flying to my left.

All that happened in to seconds, and it took five for me to grasp all that that, my breathing frightened and shallow.

Holy fucking Christ that was close-

A pained wolf flew before me to the other side of the room, an enraged snarl alerting me to the looming Wendigo. The cursed creature slowly approached its prey and towered above the wolf. Don't make a movement Jack, don't make a movement Jack, don't make a movement Jack...

But if I don't, that wolf might die-

The second dangerous animal distracted the sneering demon, latching itself onto the Wendigo's neck and biting right into it. The cursed former human wasn't pleased by that, of course, and began attempting to throw the dog off it with those mighty huge limbs of its. My mind was far too paralyzed right now to even think of getting up.

Until a certain voice snapped me out of it, "Get goin'!" The pyro called, aiming his weapon in the Wendigo's direction. I could feel the heat warm up my still face. The creature managed to throw the wolf off it in time and leap out of the way of the flames, crawling on a wall like Spider Man and glaring disdainfully at Jack, letting out a screeching roar.

...Well then. Slowly getting up, now my arson friend had its attention, I made sure the bag of explosive were attached right. Last thing I needed was to suddenly explode-

Another ear-piercing roar. Right, focus Jack-

"MOVE!" The other Jack yelled in irritation and demanding. Though I jumped at the command - rightly so - excuse me for being a little hesitant.

"But-"

The Wendigo snarled again, before dodging another jet of flames.

"Never mind us! You know what ya need to do! So go and do it!"

...Fuck!

My legs turned to guide me safely away from the battle, already sprinting away to do as Jack said. I hated leaving anyone in danger like this, but he's right; I had a job to do, and I needed to trust in that man's abilities to survive. He's done so for a long time now.

Except when dumbass Chris got him killed-

Oh shit!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-!"

Everything turned black upon tripping over a pipe sticking out of the floor and directly into a waiting hole...

...And onto a completely different floor. With an incredibly pained ass to boot.

Ow...

Above were the sounds of roars and dogs barking, forcing my startled gaze upwards. Shit, I'm still too close, I should - Ow ow ow! My hand rubbed my clothed tailbone, forcibly making myself stand up despite the newfound pain in my ass and thighs. Dusting myself off - which took quite a bit of time, I scanned my surroundings.

From the dark dusty corridors, filled cobwebs and many broken pipes, this was obviously the basement floor. Meaning I was one floor lower, and considerably in more danger than ever, which wasn't saying much. Unless they kept cages for those deformed monsters down here too, I was completely fucked.

Terrific...

With a sigh which sounded like a mix of a sigh and a groan, I nodded to myself, faintly acknowledging the noises upstairs. Well Jack, the bottom might as well be beneficial. Set the explosive down here, and work from the way upwards.

Good place to start then.

How were they anyway...? Ah, good. They didn't look damaged from the fall, thankfully. I would be in a million pieces immediately after falling. Although, mind you, that would be a much quicker fate than how the Wendigo enjoy slaughtering their victims.

Shaking my head, snapping out of the negative thought - which was an achievement in itself, concerning me - I trudged onwards, into the abyss, bag of bombs tucked closely to my side. Was I scared? You bet your ass, hence why every step I took was three seconds long. I was going to die in the end, anyway, after setting these explosive both in this sanatorium and the underground mines-

Wait...

Fuck!

He never told me how to set them up!

Alright, there's ten bombs placed... At least, haphazardly set up...

Just hope they won't blow up without the detonation switch activating them.

Nodding in relieved satisfaction, I proceeded down the freezing damp hallway, weaving around some puddles here and there, making sure I don't bang my sides from rubar and rubble, using the help of whatever little light leaked from the ceiling and caged windows. The snow sneaking through the cracks certainly wasn't helping, along with the occasional distant faints roars and screeches from the captive demons which hide within these walls, prompting my anxious state to pause in my tracks here and there.

Heh...

A small smile rose on my lips. It's funny, I wasn't expecting this. At all, really. A few days ago I was home, safe, sound and warm. Living at my Dad's and enjoying the peaceful mornings and afternoons of just writing to my hearts content. And now? Trapped in a video game.

A year before the actual story of said game takes place.

And what have I done, with my extreme knowledge of this game's lore? Saved two lives from a dreadful fate, but at what cost? Well, no cost I suppose, save for my own. Fate seemed to be targeting me now, because of my ever-so meddling.

Heh, trust me to always stick my nose where it doesn't belong...

But a few questions still remained. Why was I here? Why was I brought here? What was my purpose here? To interfere? To play with these fictional characters lives? What's the point? What benefit do I gain, aside from the small satisfaction - alright, immense satisfaction - of saving their lives?

I guess, hypothetically should I survive by the smallest margarine, which WAS, indeed, incredibly unlikely; I might find out. I might gain some answers-

A growl rose from the ceiling, prompting my still gaze to slowly meet eye-to-eye with the sneering creature hiding within the shadows above. Saliva slowly dripped down from the disjointed fangs down my own hair, the Wendigo watching its new prey carefully, almost tauntingly.

...Suppose now it's too late to stand still.

The monster's snarl answered that for me.

Fuck.

My legs were already on the move, the creature leaping down just as I took my first step. Almost tripping, I managed to compose myself in time - thank God - and kept running. The Wendigo pursued, and I practically heard the stomping of feet from barely little away from me. Gotta go fast. Gotta go fast! GOTTA GO FAST!

I may not exercise much, but fuck can I run!

Luckily I managed to pass a corner just as the Wendigo leapt again to tackle its dinner, and I felt a grin of relief and smugness at the sound of the creature snarling in frustration as it landed through another room. Good, that gives me more time.

Now, need a plan, while I have the brief littlest time to think.

How to lose a Wendigo? By still running? Hiding in a particular room? I think those things can sniff its prey out. But maybe staying still while hiding might-

...Or...

My feet slowly ceased running, the implications forcing my body to halt and stand completely still, shivering at the sounds of the pursuing Wendigo looming closer and closer with every screech.

You know what they say? Sometimes, the best hiding spot is in plain sight...

And judging by the noise of the creature's reaction, I prayed to God it worked. Oh please make it work...

The Godforsaken cold wasn't helping in keeping my calm; my very, VERY small calm. But if I made a sudden movement, at all, I'm human kebab. And I had no desire to die by being viciously consumed by a demonic being from the pits of hell. I'm the descendant of the greatest warrior who ever lived, my ended fate deserves to be much better-

Oh fuck me!

The creature was right in my face, as though sniffing.

Please work please work please work...!

And...

I refrained from breathing in relief, holding in the entire time as the Wendigo looked away down the forward corridor, slowly trudging in that direction away from the prey it hunted down earlier.

Oh thank fuck, it was working...!

It's actually, really working...!

...Hah.

My mouth quickly shut when the Wendigo snapped its head back in my direction, searching through what it couldn't really see with its clouded unblinking eyes. And thankfully failing to accomplish so, retreating through the corridor with a sneering expression and wandering gaze.

And finally, when it was out of sight and it felt even barely safe, I could breathe.

That... Was way too close.

With a small, careful step, I advanced, before pausing. Yeah, right now, better not to go in the same direction my friend just went. Maybe I should go back and...

Right, gotta set the bombs at good distances from one another. Including the rest of the basement floor.

Wonderful.

Meaning I had to follow the damn monster...

With a tired sigh of frustration and exasperation, I trudged onwards. I am taking a long, long rest after this.