Ryan woke up this morning fairly close to where he left his clothes
last night, something he is profoundly grateful for since it's freezing out. Before he could get dressed, though, he had to use the remaining snow to wash himself clean of the blood.
He's pretty sure it isn't human since he pulled a chunk of red fur out of his teeth.
Human? There was something last night about human meat...
They tasted good.
Oh.
the meat in the black unmarked BDU's
Oh, God.
He makes it to the nearest tree and empties his stomach's contents at its base.
It's some time later that he staggers out from the woods, fully dressed, to the lakes edge. He's going to spend the morning rinsing his mouth out.