I came from Kentucky as a student seeking more education, I was working with fellow colleagues on a research project when our makeshift lab in a field got ransacked by military personnel and was escorted out of the area. We got attacked by something or someone and unfortunately i was the last one left alive, barely. Our truck flipped down a berm and when i came to i had what felt like a broken rib and was bleeding heavily. I made it to a house near the road we were traveling along and managed to bandage myself up using some old rags i found lying around in a drawer. I had no idea where i was, i was still new to the area let alone the country in general and completely out of my comfort zone. I soon fell asleep sitting on the floor and leaning up against a wall in the kitchen. A loud bang against the window suddenly woke me up to what looked like a dirty, bloody woman. I yelled out to her and asked her if she needed help or if she was hurt. I struggled to get off the ground as i stumbled towards the window to get a better look at her. When i reached the window i could tell there was something wrong, she wasn't normal. She growled and snarled as she attacked the window scratching and grabbing at the pane trying to get to me. Soon there were more and more others surrounding the house banging and scratching, i knew i was surrounded. This is the first of many encounters with these things i'm gonna have i said to myself as i clenched my side, wondering if this might actually be my last.