I stood in the middle of the cabin, taking it all in. The walls were lined with old logs that I was unsure if they would hold, and the air was thick with the smell of dead fish and fear. The ground around us shook with each step of those giants. They aren't scared of us at all; they want us to fear their very presence. Trust me... we are. All of us except Wade held the multi-tools in our hands, the cold metal biting into our palms as we braced ourselves to defend our lives. They could break in the front door at any time. The tension was suffocating. I yelled, "Hutch, if you're gonna use that shotgun... use it now!" Hutch put his back up against the wall, holding the shotgun for dear life, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I don't know where these bastards are!" he shouted, his voice cracking. Wade shuffled through the cameras, his fingers scrambling through the keys with frantic urgency. "They're hiding or something, man! I can't see 'em!" The monitors flickered, showing nothing but static and shadows. Jason raised both arms in a defensive stance, and his blade glistened under the dim cabin lights. His face was unclean, and his eyes were filled with regret. "I'm sorry, guys. I guess I should've told you about this..." What is he talking about?

A huge collision broke out on the right side of the cabin, right where Hutch was leaning. The entire wall shuddered under the impact, but the sturdy wood log held strong. The recoil, however, knocked Hutch over. He fell to his knees, the shotgun dragging across the floor, making a harsh scraping sound. Hutch quickly rolled over and picked it up, grimacing as he felt splinters digging into his back.

Wade howled, "I switched to another camera! They threw a boulder! It's gotta be at least three hundred pounds!" His voice was high with panic. "He threw it hard too! Must've been as fast as an MLB fastball!" Suddenly, another collision hit the other side of the cabin. The entire structure shook violently, and all of us were knocked over, struggling to steady ourselves on the uneven floor. We can't keep getting knocked down! Yet again, the cabin held firm, unlike us. The walls groaned under the pressure, but still, they did not give way. I asked, existentialism creeping into my voice, "Well, what's the plan?! Just hope to God Himself that the cabin holds? They'll break in eventually!" Hutch responded, glaring at Wade, "Well, Wade... you got the footage, right?!" His eyes were wide, almost wild with urgency. Wade nodded, confirming it as fact, his face losing life under the flickering lights. Hutch explained, "Well, when they leave... we're outta here!" We heard a small explosion of metallic sounds from just outside the cabin. The distinct noise of shattering metal made my stomach drop. Another camera lost?! Wade's voice cracked as he explained, "I'm out of cameras!" The realization hit us all at once. We were blind.

Instantly, the footsteps circling the cabin went quiet. The dirt stopped groaning, and the only sound was the creaks of our own footsteps on the old wooden floor. Did they leave? I crouched and took a few cautious steps to the other window, the one only covered by thin, worn curtains. I brushed them aside and peered out into the light. The day was still, and I saw nothing but shadows. My senses and adrenaline were spiking. No way I'm missing something in the bushes. I scanned the surroundings, my eyes darting to every corner. I saw many huge footsteps pushed deep into the Earth, each one larger and more ominous than the last. Those marks were unlike anything I'd ever seen.

Jason asked, breaking the silence, "Well, are we going to leave now?" His voice was tinged with both fear and urgency. Hutch put his finger over his mouth, signaling for him to shut up. "We could... but why would they leave us? They had us." His whisper was tense, full of suspicion and unease. Jason disagreed, his voice rising in defiance. "I don't give a damn. We need to go." He made his way to the front door, determination in every step. He moved one of the shelves blocking the door, the sound of scraping wood echoing through the cabin. As he did so, the ground convulsed violently. The entire cabin shook, and we all struggled to keep our balance. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling, and the walls creaked ominously. It felt like the earth itself was trying to swallow us whole. I grabbed onto a nearby table for support. "What the hell is happening?!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the rumbling.

Bigfoot punched straight through the door barricaded with planks. His hairy arm created a huge hole, his muscles bulging like a snake coiling around its prey. Jason fell back, crashing into the wall as the monster peered inside. It was the bigger one, the one with blue eyes. His eyes focused with an unsettling intensity, and I noticed his mouth moving in an irregular way. Is he smiling? Jason leapt into action first, twisting around and attempting to pierce the creature's eye. Bigfoot retreated with the speed of a cheetah, disappearing from sight. The only thing Jason managed to slice was some of the wood, which left a dent in his multi-tool. The door, now with a gaping hole, was barely holding together. If you were outside, you would be able to see most of the cabin no problem. Wade clicked the mouse on the computer, switching to a different feed. His face went pale as he made a harrowing conclusion. "Those... things. They only went quiet after I said we had no cameras left. They understand English."

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Impossible! Wade whispered, "Actually, there's two more cameras that I'm able to view right now. They're high up in the trees." I whispered, following his lead to keep our actions discreet, "Well, what do you see?" Wade answered, "One's in the bushes just stalking... and the other is... nowhere to be seen." The one who just attacked? I had to ask, "Which one is in the bushes?" He squinted his eyes, focusing on the grainy feed. "The, uh... smaller one." I sat on the bed, my eyes fixed on the computer. The camera feed showed only two cameras, high up in the forest. No way Bigfoot can get to these. The images were shaky but clear enough to see the dense foliage and the eerie, unmoving figure hidden among the bushes.

I spotted a blur of brown motion zoom past the camera on the bottom right, which Wade didn't see. My heart raced. What the hell? I'm not going to doubt myself. I told Wade, "You see that, man?!" Wade shook his head, his expression confused. I said, "I saw something... something move across.." Before I could finish my sentence, Bigfoot's massive, hairy palm broke through the window next to Wade, shattering glass in all directions, and took him by the shirt. The bed he sat on flew and hit me on the head, the sheer wind pressure created by the movement a disaster in itself. Pain exploded in my skull as my back flew into the wall, knocking the breath out of me. Wade was yanked outside into that green hell, his screams blending with the rustling of leaves. Hutch moved to the now broken window, his eyes wide with terror. "What the hell?!" Jason followed, and we all looked out the window. Bigfoot waved Wade around like he was a pinata, and Wade screamed, "Shoot that thing!! Help me!" His voice was high-pitched with panic, his arms flailing. He struggled to break free from the beast, as any of us would. But I don't think there's a human who could escape from that grip, even disregarding the shards of glass stuck in his body.

Hutch did not fire, instead aiming down sights to do nothing. His hands shook visibly as he shouted, "Wade, I can't shoot you! He's using you as a hostage!" Wade's leg wobbled helplessly in the beast's grip. Bigfoot slammed Wade onto the ground with terrifying force, creating a huge crater. The impact reverberated through the area. Wade threw up blood, the crimson liquid spraying out violently, then went limp completely. Bigfoot, moving with the same unnerving speed he showed before, raised his foot above Wade's head.

"What are you doing, Hutch?!" I screamed, my voice breaking. He's going to kill him! Wade!! Bigfoot stomped the ground, crushing Wade's head like a watermelon. The act slowed time as Wade's every feature and possible future was obliterated under the monstrous foot. Bigfoot hunched over the corpse, then turned his head sharply towards us. His smile was something out of a nightmare, a demonic grin that isn't from a creature with empathy. Hutch had a clear line of fire but hesitated, his finger twitching on the trigger. Suddenly, he shot the gun. The deafening roar of the firearm filled the cabin, the sheer sound of it almost as shocking as the action itself. The bullets, which were apparently slugs, immediately hit Bigfoot.

Bigfoot raised his arms in an X to block, but it's a shotgun—the bullets tore through the arms and muscle, doing more damage than my spear ever could. Bigfoot bent his knees, and jumped backward into the forest, his massive form crashing through the underbrush. Some blood drops mixed in with Wade's body, taking away his dignity. He cleared the bushes and disappeared from our sight. The other Bigfoot dashed back with him, leaving the corpse of poor Wade in their wake.

I've... never seen a headless body before. The sight was too much. I threw up over the window, my stomach heaving violently as bile burned my throat. Leaning over the broken glass, I narrowly avoided cutting my neck on the jagged shards. "Please, somebody, help us!!" I cried..

but nobody answered.