The halcyon days of youth are a distant memory; and you are shocked and disgusted by how low the world around you sank into depravity. Yet there are things happening which you cannot explain. How could man alone have been responsible for such carnage and senseless slaughter?
The wooden doors of the barricade encircling the village have been completely ripped from their hinges. One lies in the snow about twenty-five paces away. No one has survived the onslaught. The bodies of the men have been butchered in unspeakable ways, and most are covered in the claw-marks of what seems to be a huge creature with inhuman strength...