Mary Jane had an Evil Baby

There, in the night sky, was that a... but no, it can't be. Silence. A leaf rustles behind you, the wind blows wildly through the trees above. A scream, you turn, but it's too late... she's gone. You're alone now, the last of your party... you must find it before- before it finds you. It's cold, you breathe out the smoke from your cigarette. It's not too late. It's a baby for shit's sake. A baby that's just taken out half your team. It's not over yet, it's not over till you're gone. A twig snaps in the distance, you freeze. Where had the sound come from? In front of you, or behind? As you consider this, your nerves tense up. The hair stands up on your arms, and you start to sweat, forgetting that it's 30 below. "Run" is all your mind says, but you stop yourself. You've seen how fast the damn thing is. It practically flies. You stand very still hoping that it's motion sensing motor skills won't notice you. The cigarette flares in your mouth, you need to breathe slower. You're eyes are burning, and that damn baby isn't moving anymore. It's out there, watching you... waiting. You slide your knife out of its sheath, but it's too late. You look down and the baby's there, tearing into your calf. You kick it away, but it screams and pounces higher. It's clawing at your heart- too small to hit, you feel like giving up. It stops for a moment to look at you, blood dripping from its chin. You recognize your wife's eyes, your father's nose, and the ears of your grandmother. You're son is killing you. The knife falls to your side. You think back to that crazy night in college... you shouldn't have gotten so drunk and smoked that marijuana. It messed with your seed. Now your evil baby is dining on your flesh. It wasnt' worth it. It couldn't have been worth it. Not to die, not like this.... sigh.