Dead by daylight (№ 394159)

At first I really believed that it was the pig that was sleeping in front of me on the ground. An animal that somehow escaped the banalities of my old life and managed to end up abandoned and forgotten place. But then he rose from progibanija to standing with lifeless eyes, nailing my personality. I ran, as I learned to do. My curiosity stopped my escape after a few feet, and I hid in the closet. The pig was moving like a predator and I saw a human body wearing a pig's head as a decoration. He walked near the closet and his face was just inches from me. I held my breath, aching for freedom. A sudden sound drew the attention of the pigs, and she left. But not without a last glance, as if he wanted to tell me that I had a second chance. I don't get the third.