Feet on the ground, footsteps echoing around you as eyes scan around. The air clings to your body with claws as you look around in every shadow. Every sound, every movement could be danger. You’re no longer just a member of the cattle pens in Arcadia safe in the herd. No, now you’re on your own. And the dogs are baying from the shadows, as monsters emerge from the shadows beneath to take what’s most precious to you.

Target on your back, you’ve become the hunted. Prey.

You’ll move from place to place, searching and seeking. Each time you stop, rest isn’t an option. He’s always out there, just a few steps behind you. Watching. Waiting. It’s not ever a matter of if, more a matter of when. Because until one of you are dead, the hunt will be on. Again and again, until one of you wears down enough to be broken.

But if you’re careful, and if you’re crafty, you’ll turn the situation on it’s head. Take a bad situation, and wait in ambush for the ones coming for you. Maybe you’ll be fast enough, quick enough to overtake your foe and turn the tables back on the hunter, reversing the roles. The hunter becomed the hunted, and you get the chance to bite back.

There’s always a toll however, when it comes to the Ferryman. He’s fast, and hungry. I’ve seen him first hand tear anyone that gets within reach to little more than a red pulp. I don’t know what you’ve done that’s set him on this path against you Slade, but you don’t earn that wrath without reason. Whatever it was, doesn’t matter. That target is on your back, and the clock is ticking down to zero.

But maybe, maybe you’ve got the key to beat that clock. No matter how many steps you plan though, you gotta keep moving. If they can’t catch you, you can get ahead and catch them. Just be wary of what happens when you get him. One false moves, and you’ll be finding yourself down at an early grave.

The talons will hurt, the blows sting more than just a straight up fight. Adrenaline will kick in, giving your veins the need to scream out in rage against them. I’ve been down before from them, feeling the rage as it all dissipates when the hunter strikes out at you. The pain they bring though, is nothing to the stuff beneath that breaks away under the pressure.

So live while you can, keep that eye out from behind your shoulder as you try to assemble pieces of a life you can’t live anymore. Because there’s more than one shark in these waters, one donned in the red, white and blue of Arcadia’s colors. Hungry for blood, searching for one just like you. Bleeding, wounded, no place to go.

Soon, the hunted will become the hunter, and not even an ex-military man can stop the actions of the vanguard of Arcadia!