Too Many Of Them

They came at nighttime, and there were too many of them to fight off. They swarmed McFarland first, all grunts and oinks as they ripped him to shreds. He was resurrected just a few feet to the left in his campsite and when he reappeared those crazed boars killed him again! It took him three more deaths and took me two more just to get out of the campsite boundary. Tomlinson says we should try and reclaim the camp on sunrise, but I say we abandon this venture. I've never seen the yellow eyes of a boar look at me with such malice, such hatred. Something is not right here, and I am not sticking around to find out why.