Fog had settled through the trees by the time he woke.
Ahead of him, about four meters beyond where his foot rest on the dewy grass, there was a thick wall of white mist engulfing everything.
It wouldn't be safe to travel with such poor visibility, but it wouldn't be safe to stay put, either.
Standing, he recalled with dread the ravaged flesh he'd come across the night before. Surely no beast could so expertly carve a body, yet...

Could there really be a cannibal in these woods? Surely not! Th-the very thought...
He lifted his satchel and crept carefully into the white unknown, doing his best to shake the feeling that he was being closely watched.