Entry 2

I died today.I awoke by the fire only to glimpse the hunters shadow stalking from the gloom. I ran, as I did before. I hid, as I did before. I prayed, as I did before and yet it caught me. I remember the shooting pain as it hammered me to the dirt. I lay dazed and bleeding, unable to go on. My last hope seeping from me like my vitae staining the earth around me. The beast reached down and with one huge hand hoisted me up. Carrying me, kicking and screaming to the cold, uncaring steel of a hook.I remember smelling the sweat of the fiends rank skin as its vice like hand clamped around my throat. The sense of terror as the hook punctured my flesh and the unbearable pain as it shattered through my shoulder.I hung ruined, bleeding and petrified. Nothing but the monsters fragmented grin to console me, and I surrendered to hopelessness.I remember looking upwards into an impossible sight. A blackened, distorted and demonic entity. Its slender and gleaming body the colour of deep onyx. Almost arachnid in shape with long cruel limbs barbed and spiked. It reached down from above to pluck me from the hook and pull me skywards. I swear, as the light drained from my eyes I saw a person amongst that mass of inhuman limbs. Lithe and writhing.I awoke, again, by the campfire. Am I dead? Did I die on that hook or on my first night in the mist? Or maybe even longer ago when I first reached Weeks. I do not know. All I know is that death will not release me from this place. I must find other means, before I’m caught once again.