You run into the West Side of the Forest

The trees here are thick and old. Its getting dark, soon the woods shall be pitch black. You have the feeling that you are being watched as you hike through the woods, and you hear bird calls that sound more like a rodent imitating a bird call. Maybe it's just your nerves. Suddenly dozens of squirrels jump down from the branches in a blaze of bites. You bat them off you as you run. You are now lost in the woods and bleeding all over the place.