Rhys was troubled.

He remembered his two worst kills.

He had knocked Relay down, and just before the hatchet split his best friends skull, Relay came back, light returning to his eyes before immediately vanishing under a cloud of broken bone and a red puddle.

Relay had been buried, his body sealed in a stone tomb away from animals and other Wendigos or Ghouls.

Rhys made soft sobbing sounds, tears streaming down his mask as he damned himself to the darkest pits of hell itself.

Lisa looked at him, hardly able to move, she spoke a last few words.

"I still love you..."

Rhys's hands and mouth had been stained with her blood, he remembered the satisfying feeling of her flesh ripping and tearing, the sounds of relief and hunger he made as he consumed her while she was alive had been the main thing that haunted him.
He hadn't buried anything but her bones, head and any organ that wasn't her heart.
He'd even cracked open some of the bones for marrow in his ravenous hunger.

He shrieked in anguish, mental and physical, his hunger never ending.

Survivors ran by, mainly Mountainers.

He hunted them, eventually finding a camp.
One where they'd wait for rescue.
Rescue that would arrive too late.

Rhys ran into the camp, a boat on the horizon.

He attacked one person, tearing into them, another person, attacking him, their head was then punched clean through by his fist, he attacked everyone in his way.

He tore a redhead in half, tore a blonde's head off, and took so many lethal blows, yet he regenerated, with broken bones and many wounds, he knew he was dying tonight, he was starving, literally, and slowly lost what little sanity he had left, using his hands and his teeth to tear apart his victims, he eventually was the only one standing on the beach, surrounded by corpses, he saw someone running away through the water and chased them down before collapsing, he was in too much pain, another ran by.
But that was it, two humans who hadn't eaten any human flesh had escaped, and he crawled along, unable to do anything but weakly move, he reached out, all that was left of his humanity gazing from within his hollow eyes.

A Wendigo shrieked, but was cut off.

The entire group of Wendigos were starving.
Fifty Wendigos were starving to death, the feral ones shrieking as the died, only to be torn to shreds by wild animals in their weakened state. Rhys died, unable to continue living.
He died in pain and hunger, his body changing back into a human one, the skull mask shattered to reveal a human face, with red eyes and scars.

Relay's corpse too changed back into a human shape, all of the Wendigos changed back to humans as they died.

It painted a gruesome picture.
There were carvings and clay tablets depicting the events, from Rhys turning, to the Islanders massacre, to the Bushies dying in their worship of the Wendigos.

Only two people survived untainted.

Two people.
Out of two hundred.