Being what I like to think of as a horror aficionado, I knew better than to follow the ominous trail of blood in the snow. I knew the second those drops disappeared into the woods, nothing good would come of it or me. And still I followed. Storm and common sense be damned. So as I lay here, looking from my left leg, which is cocked at a strange angle to my body, to my right leg, which is currently being gnawed on by what can only be described as the most hideous creature to ever be birthed, I wonder if I’ll bleed out and die before it starts feeding on the rest of me.