“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s been four long years since that thing took everything from me. The last memories I have of my wife are those spilled across the floor next to her lifeless husk of a body. My boy, gone, taken away from me the same night. It wanted revenge on me, I should have stayed away, I should have taken my family and ran when I had the chance. Instead I hunted it, like it hunted so many others in Garden.
Jesus Christ…so many dead in so little time. But I was too proud, nothing was going to terrorize MY town. So I went after it, I followed its shallow foot steps into the woods, followed the specks of blood that rolled in its wake, followed until I found it playing with some trinket it must have picked up along it’s way, wearing the face of one of the people it had stolen. Thats what it was, it took things, pieces of other peoples lives or their body itself. I didn’t know what I was dealing with, I was way over my head, but I know something wasn’t right when the killings started.
When I started firing everything turned to hell. The thing moved like nothing I had ever seen, bounding with impossible speed, its unblinking dead eyes turned to crescents with a grin. When it finally had its fill of lead, it ran off…back towards town.
I chased it as fast as I could, but I’m only a man. When I got there all I saw was bedlam where my life used to be. I had no answers for what I had seen that night, not for the others at the precinct or even for myself. All I knew was that there was something else out there. Something evil, and monstrous that needed to be found and needed to be stopped. Since then, I am only a shadow of what I once was, but every shadow is cast by light. A light that keeps us warm and keeps the darkness at bay. It’s the same one we use to light the path into the abyss that haunts us all. My path is lit…and one day I too will have my revenge.