Behind you, a man stomps his feet down in the mud. He hunches slightly, struggling to lift his head enough to look at you. He limps a few steps in your direction, before a gaspy, but threatening scream leaves his mouth.

He picks up the pace as he walks after you, eventually walking into the light to reveal his clothes are tattered, and the skin on his face is partially torn or rotted away revealing bleeding, crimsom muscles and sickly white bone. His arms shoot out and he attempts to grab you