Zack stumbled out of a small grove of trees, spotting the group only a few hundred yards away. The last few days had been a nigthmare, but he had been awake throughout the time. Visions had assasiled him from all sides as he stumbled around the forest. Each time he had turned to confront the beings at the edge of his sight, they had disappeared and regrouped against him once more. Eventually, surrending to the giggling demons, he had kept moving in one direction. It had taken days, and Zack suspected he had been turned around several times. Only five minutes ago the visions had suddenly left him, and Zack didn't know why. Could the appearance of his friends simply be another, more subtle torment? And who was the freakish man with them, who looked like half-man, half-wolf?
Remembering the traitors who had already betrayed them, he wondered if it could be a mutant who distorted his mind, and so he waited, watching his friends warily.