Greatwater Lake and like weeds do he only came and grew back again

He didn't stop, he couldn't stop. The monster was here, there, everywhere. On that pile of snow, on that bush that poked from under it. He weaved around them like they had the plague. But no matter how far he ran, the man's scent was still latched onto him. He couldn't escape.

Phillip stopped and spun around to face Mal. Get it off of m-me! he cried helplessly.