alone. Being alone felt nice, hearing nature, no neighbors , just you and the trees..hunting deer and cutting wood, made a easily lifestyle for yourself….untill one night-..walking home with a deer over your shoulder..you hear..a crunch..somethung eating, as you pick up and raise you rifle..you see a man. Huge..eating a carcass..whatevers left of it, he looks up at you then the gun..as he slowly backs off..his clothes old and ragged..dirty and bloodied..