LOGAN
I to find the beast before the others, I had to be the one to kill it. The beasts had killed my brother right before my eyes, just after we arrived here. It was time for a little payback. I snuck around in the trees feeling for the small switchblade I always kept in my pocket since that night. I found myself heading back in the direction of camp, hoping to do a little spying, to see if they knew about the beasts yet. There was a large heap blocking the path, I quickly jogged to get a closer look. It was a beast. I could feel the color draining from my face, it was dead. They knew. I had to move fast.
