| The hikers know they're lost. Or, at least they're 99% sure. It's dark, and they strayed off the path because the dude wanted to follow some bird. Which he then lost.
Anyway, the hikers are just strolling around, trying to find the path again, when the girl suddenly stops. "What is it?" The guy asks.
"I don't know, I just got that oddly convenient feeling of being watched." She looks around, and after deciding it's nothing, and it's just the horror story vibes getting to her, sets off again.
The guy, not wanting to be left behind in the eerie setting, quickly goes after her, silently wishing he'd brought more food. Because if he went too long without his muffin cakes, the girl might just become an entree.
Soon after, the girl stops again, "Now I'm definitely sure we're being followed."
And, ever-so convenient, nearby bushes start to rustle. "That was not a coincidence." The guy says, close to wetting his pants.
"I think this is the part where we run for our lives." The girl whispers fearfully.
"I think so, too" The guy agrees, then turns and bolts.
The girl follows close behind, almost instantly out of breath, and cursing her out of shape body.
As the guy runs ahead, and the girl loses him, the rustle in to bushes becomes a growl. Not that the two hikers heard it, they were too busy running.
The growling grows louder, and a massive beast rises out of the bushes (although it's still a mystery how it fit behind them). and slowly begins to pursue the hikers.
The beast's first victim is the girl, who's huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf as her run slows to a jog, then a walk, and finally, she stops.
Focus on the guy, who's still running strong, and notice his shocked expression as he hears a sharp cry of terror, that's suddenly cut off. And he's 98% sure he's next.
I almost feel sorry for him, but this is a horror story after all, and everyone knows people have to die in horror stories.
"Oh shut up already!" The guy yells at the narrator.
Well to bad, buddy, I'm not shutting up till you're digesting in a monster's belly!
The guy's face registers terror, and he starts sprinting. But it's too late. The beast is closing in, and I'm running out of writing room.
Seconds before his throat is ripped out, the guy simultaneously wets his pant, screams like a girl, and begins to bawl.