Jordan Norton

I Am Alive.

The hunter left his old, battered truck on the outskirts of the forest. Years of work and toil on the farmland betrayed the flayed paintwork and creeping rust. He did take liberties with how close he drove to his target's den, but the strong winds and mist would help stealth his approach. He crouched to inspect the frozen ground, noting how fast the tracks were disappearing under the next barrage of snow.