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He awoke from the explosion that knocked him out, buried in snow with the wind burying the man in a thin layer of powder concealing him for the time being. His name is Benjamin Livingston and he was running from a noise that he didn't want finding himself. Ben was a tall man about 6ft tall and weighing 190 lbs. He had long brown hair and blue eyes. He was an outdoorsman who didn't mind hunting at night in the winter. The night was cold and the snow ahead of him was untouched while behind him was the imprints of his own footsteps and stumbles while trying in a desperate fright to run. The sound chasing Benjamin was a howl, like multiple wolves were following him. He ran franticly while under his breath he spoke only a few distinct words to express the situation. “Fuck, Shit, Crap, Jesus Christ.” The area around him was a flat canvas of snow in the middle of a light blizzard. “This sight would be beautiful if I wasn't being fucking chased.” He gasped before continuing on his way.



After running another mile Ben began to see trees and mountains starting to appear around him. He was getting somewhere, he knew if he walked long enough he would soon reach humans. When he saw something resembling a bundle of fur laying in the snow. Equipping his E-Tool Ben approached the beast he assumed was sleeping, but he made sure the E-Tool was with him so he could use the serrated edge as a weapon if the animal became hostile. It was a dead yak but still warm, it had only been killed a short time ago. It's neck was broken and he was sure the animal chasing him was what did it. Ben had to hide cause he knew he wasn't going to be able to run forever. So using the E-Tool he cut a gash in it's midsection before burying his hands into the wound. Tearing out organs and ribs to make room for himself, he then began gagging at what he was about to do. Diving into the wound he found it's rib cage which he previously broke a few of the ribs to make room for him. He was shaking with a mixture of fear and cold as the warmth of the yak's body was wrapping him in the only heat he could find. He then heard the thumping of the creature closing in on him.



Ben saw everything he could through the wound he climbed into. The beast approached and it was no wolf or bear. It was a large creature about 7ft high and it walked like a gorilla, using it's hands to pull itself while using it's back legs to gallop forward. Its body had shaggy white/grey fur that probably held a thick layer of blubber beneath. It's hands were used like human hands, but unlike human hands these contained steel grey retractable claws on each finger. It's eyes were nonexistent and Benjamin then assumed that it followed him using sense of smell and that the yak's blood was probably hiding his own smell. The beast stumbled around the yak's body smelling the air before snacking on the guts he threw into the snow. Blood coated the white fur around it's wide mouth which sported a set of 4 tusks, 2 on the top and 2 on the bottom. It then faced the yak carcase and Benjamin nearly pissed himself. The beast smelled the wound in the yak's side and put one of it's large clawed hands into the wound. Ben closed his eyes, awaiting his capture and death, awaiting a pain he couldn't imagine. The beast then stuck its face into the wound, Ben knew he had been found. The beast snapped it's tusks and pushed it's head only inches from Benjamin's face.



After sniffing the air the beast retracted it's head from the yak corpse and picked up some snow and began rubbing it on it's face and claws. “He's cleaning himself.” Ben stated before realizing he was talking to himself. The beast howled it's multi wolf howl before 2 other beast's came down from around him. One was clearly a cub, while the other one had nipples on its underside. Ben wondered if they came down to help the first beast get Ben out of the carcase. They grunted and snorted at each other before heading of back from where they began hunting Ben, he waited another 20 minutes after they left in the now slightly cold yak body, he then crawled his way out, and for the first time in 45 minutes breathed in fresh air. He removed the bloody coat he was wearing and pulled out a lighter. He then proceeded to light the coat on fire, before turning and running opposite the way the creatures ran.



After another 30 minutes of walking he found himself near a small road. Ben's eyes grew tearful as he ran toward the lights, he knew were approaching his direction. He walked out into the middle of the street seeing that the car was a police car, which screeched to a sudden halt. The door opened and a man in a trench coat and fedora hat stepped out into the snowy road.



“You know you could get killed jumping into the middle of the road like that!” The man was a pale skinned man, with orange/brown hair and green eclipse like eyes.



Ben was just happy to see another person “Yes sir I know,” he stated “but I need help getting home see I was hunting and,”



The man raised one finger to tell him to stop talking. “Say no more buddy,” the man smiled and continued with “but for my safety you need to sit in the back of the police car, can't be too careful.” The man opened the car door and Ben entered with a sigh of relief.



<p style="margin-bottom:0in">The car began it's drive down the road and Ben was warming himself up in the police car. “Thank you officer,” Ben said “you came at just the right moment.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Its detective son,” the detective stated, “Nate Cambridge.” the man kept his eyes on the road but occasionally peeked back at Ben in the rearview mirror. “So mind telling me how you got into this situation?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Of course sir,” Ben assured the detective, “I was chased by an animal of some sort.” Ben tried to think of a way to not sound crazy explaining this to the detective. “When we get to the station I will give you the full story.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">Cambridge looked into the rearview again, “Hey,” he said “put your seatbelt on pal!” then out of nowhere the hood of the car was occupied by the beast with a loud screech. Cambridge eyes opened with horror, “The fuck,” he stated before beginning to swerve, “hold on!” The beast leaped off the hood as Cambridge and Ben saw their car speeding towards a tree. Cambridge slammed the breaks but the car still impacted the tree with severe ferocity.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">Cambridge was dazed when he came through and saw the broken windshield and smoke coming from the engine. “Oh god my fucking head,” Cambridge stated after feeling his head with his hand and showing a gash mark, “this hurts like a dickens, but I think I will pull through.” He then turned to the back seat after popping the airbag. “Hey buddy you ok?” As he turned he saw the back seat was empty, the back window was smashed and the seat had two hard hand marks on them almost like someone was trying to hold on to the seat. Cambridge exited the car and sat in the snow, while it began forming a layer on him. He rustled into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone calling 911 and selecting police.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“911 what is your emergency?” the feminine voice on the other end chirped.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“This is detective Nate Cambridge, I'm injured and my passenger is missing send backup to the location of car 17.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Certainly detective would you like me to remain with you till help arrives?” Nate just hung up without answering as he pulled out his gun and sat there with it resting on his leg.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“No.” he said to himself. “I need a little quiet time.” As the snow was landing on him and the smoking police car. <ac_metadata title="My second story set in the same universe as my first."> </ac_metadata>