He got up and ran.

The world around his was a blur.

He could hear the growls get further away as he neared the end of the bridge.

He climbed up the nine-foot tall cliff-face that led into the forest.

Normally this would be incredibly hard, but adrenaline was pumping through him, and it helped him to scale the wall within seconds.

He continued to run, past trees, through bushes, until he was sure he was safe.

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The pain on his chest, arm and back had subsided, but he had no time to check the wounds, he need to make sure he was safe in his current spot.

He used his sense of hearing to try and determine where the ghastly creature was.

All he could hear was leaves swaying, twigs snapping, and the occasional deer call.

Then something made him jump so hard he left the ground, there was a deafening roar from in front of him.

It sounded alarmingly close.

He turned around and broke into a run.

The trees were thick here, hard to run, but he made it through.

He stumbled out into a clearing.

The most prominent feature of the area was a cabin.

Scared, he ran straight to the front door.