Mysterious anomalies waiting in the wings
I survived the helicopter crash with some others, but things have only gotten worse. My stomach is empty, my eyes won't stay open, my fingers are numb, and I can't get that sound out of my head. It's gnawing at me, always in the background, wanting me to run, to never look back, to trust no one. But I won't do what it wants. I'll keep my head. I have to survive.