[ WP ] You wake up naked in the middle of the woods . There 's a trail of blood leading you from the spot you woke up at to some unknown location .

Tom began to slowly open his eyes, then jolted upright with a sudden gasp of breath. He was in the middle of the woods, and the autumn leaves were stuck to his naked body by a mixture of dried blood and mud. 
 
 Horrified, Tom clambered to his feet and tried his hardest to brush off the nauseating muck. His stomach churned grossly in failure—unable to completely rid himself of the filth—and he heaved, throwing up an unrecognizable, bloody meal. 
 
 Tom fell to his knees, shivering in the cold. He saw the droplets of blood dribbled across the forest floor half a dozen feet away. The knot in his gut tightened, but he rose—feeling an innate responsibility to see the carnage with his own eyes, to be absolutely positive—and followed the trail. At first, it was difficult, then it became sickeningly easy as the dribble became less sparse. 
 
 He fell against a tree, overwhelmed with relief at the sight of the dead deer. *At the sight of its scattered intestines and torn jugular, * he thought, suddenly mortified. *Oh god, next time, you won ’ t be so lucky. It ’ s gon na be a kid next time. Next time, you ’ re gon na cut a kid to ribbons. * 

