Yang Mengfan's face was hard to discern in the darkness, but the urgency in his voice burned like a red-hot iron, searing into my heart.
"Mengmeng, where have you been? Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't find you? The entire camp... there's no one left!"
His voice trembled slightly, as if he was desperately suppressing his inner panic.
I opened my mouth to explain, but found that my throat felt as if it were blocked by something, rendering me voiceless.
The news that the camp was empty hit me like a heavy blow, leaving me momentarily dizzy.
I clutched Yang Mengfan's arm tightly, my nails nearly digging into his flesh.
"They... where did they go?"
I finally regained my voice, but it came out hoarse and terrifying.
Yang Mengfan shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion and unease.
"I don't know. When I woke up, there wasn't a single person in the camp. I searched everywhere but couldn't find anyone. There was only..."
He hesitated, as if there was something difficult to say.
"Only what?"
I pressed him, my heartbeat quickening as an ominous premonition enveloped me.
Just then, a piercing shriek suddenly erupted from outside the tent, resembling the howl of some wild beast—sharp and mournful, slicing through the stillness of the night.
"Hiss—!"
Both Yang Mengfan and I shivered simultaneously, a chill racing up my spine like an ice pick, instantly freezing my blood.
The sudden chill was not just from the raging wind and snow outside the tent; it felt like a premonition, a deep-seated fear rising from within.
I instinctively glanced at Yang Mengfan and found him staring back at me, his eyes filled with terror, mirroring my own feelings at that moment.
Without warning, Yang Mengfan pulled me behind him, shielding me as he kept a vigilant watch on the entrance of the tent.
Hiding behind him, I strained to look outside through the gap in the tent.
All I could see was a white expanse, the wind howling and snow swirling madly in the frigid air. The visibility was so low that the entire world seemed engulfed in chaos, making it hard to discern anything clearly.
Suddenly, a shadow darted past outside the tent, and I questioned whether I was imagining things. My heart sank, an ominous feeling washing over me.
Then, a pair of crimson eyes appeared in the gap of the tent, glinting with a bloodthirsty light, like two burning coals fixed on us.
Those eyes were filled with malice and greed, as if they intended to devour us whole.
Images of those terrifying eyes I had seen in my dreams flashed through my mind; they flickered like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, sending chills down my spine.
"Run!" Yang Mengfan shouted decisively.
The wind outside howled louder, and snowflakes stung my face like knives.
We stumbled through the snow, running with each step uncertain, pursued by that chilling shriek that followed closely behind us.
"Hiss—!"
The sound grew nearer; I could even feel the warm breath of that creature on my neck.
I dared not look back and could only run desperately forward, my heart pounding violently as if it would leap from my chest.
Suddenly, Yang Mengfan came to an abrupt halt and forcefully shoved me aside.
I stumbled and fell into the snow, the icy water instantly soaking through my clothes.
"Yang Mengfan!"
I cried out in terror, trying to get up, but found my body frozen, unable to move.
I lifted my head and saw Yang Mengfan fighting with the monster.
In the faint moonlight, I finally got a clear look at the creature.
It was a massive goat, several times larger than an ordinary one, covered in black fur. Its eyes were blood-red, and it had a pair of sharp horns on its head that glinted with a cold light.
Its mouth was wide open, revealing rows of sharp teeth, drool dripping down and eroding small pits into the snow.
This was no ordinary goat; it was clearly a demon that had crawled out of hell!
A Mutated Goat!
A shock ran through me as I recalled the rumors I had heard about mutated creatures.
Could it be that the disappearances in the camp were due to these mutated beings?
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