He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his neck. His dark eyes cracked open and he looked about. But he all Nate really saw was a dark street. His eyes shot open immediately and he scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping on the uneven footing the steps provided. Oh....oh fuck he'd fallen asleep. He'd fallen asleep how could he be so fucking stupid! He could already feel his chest tightening, already feel sweat beading on his face.

It...it was out there it had to be! He saw it in the forest and now it would get him now! He saw nothing move, didn't see those too long arms moving like it didn't know how to move like a person. He didn't see it out there. But there was the terrible paranoia that it was out there.

He backed up, stumbling up the steps. He jerked when his back connected with a solid surface, eyes widening. He turned immediately, eyeing a wooden door. He cast another glance out to the street before he moved, scrambling for the handle, desperate to get in. It might have been someone's house, might have been the church, or a store but he could really care less at this point. He needed to get in. Inside meant light. In his panic he had forgotten his bag on his back, forgotten the camping lantern in his bag. He pulled on the handle desperately, trying to get it open. The wooden door banged in its frame like something was keeping it shut. Like a spindly hand was keeping it shut, the owner watching the panicked boy curiously, almost concerned, its form unseen and unheard.