The team had been hunting for what seemed like forever in the dense forests of the Northwest, a place rich with lore surrounding strange encounters with mysterious creatures.
The last encounter they had was not a a lone feral, but a group of four. Beck had been bitten, but thanks to Tina's antidote, and the shallowness of the bite relative to Alexander's, he had only experienced a few days of manageable soreness and fatigue.
"This would be a lot more fun if we were looking for Bigfoot," Mateo muttered.
"According to some human tabloids, that's what we are doing," Beck chuckled. "Bigfoot apparently contracted rabies, or just decided he was sick of humans talking shit about him and he is now exacting his revenge."
Their nervous laughter helped ease some of the unrelenting tension, as they'd been existing in near constant fight or flight mode.
