He got up, cradled Hammy against his chest, and retraced his steps. Or at least, he tried to follow the path he believed he had taken.
The forest appeared different now that the last light had vanished from the sky. It felt darker and somehow more menacing.
"Okay," Greg said, mostly so he could hear his voice. "I think that's west... we just need to go east to get to the city."
A low growl broke through his thoughts. Greg froze, and without thinking, he reached for his arm guard. Hammy's chirping turned fearful once more as the slime inched closer to Greg's chest.
The growl echoed once more, and this time Greg spotted something shifting within the shadows between the trees. More movement followed, then even more.
Greg whispered, "Ah, fucking hell! Why am I so unlucky today?!"
In the darkness, glowing eyes began to appear, radiating an eerie green light. First, there was one pair, then three, followed by six, and soon there were far too many to count.
