Nikki goes back for her shirt

From Create Your Own Story

"My shirt," Nikki says as soon as you and she are safe.

"What?" you say. The last thing you are thinking about is Nikki's shirt. You look at her.

She is standing next to you, still covering her breasts with her hands, looking at you in a way that suggests she's mad at you. "I have to get my shirt," she says. "I can't go around like this."

"There's a masked man with a machete out there," you say. "I can't imagine he's friendly. Would you rather go around with your tits hanging out, or would you rather be dead?"

"I have to get my shirt," Nikki says again. That's the problem with Nikki, you think: she's absolutely gorgeous, with long dark brown hair, gray eyes and bee-stung lips, and she has a magnificent rack and a first-rate ass, but she isn't very bright, and she's stubborn, and once she gets hold of an idea, it is like moving a mountain with a shovel to get her to let go of it.

"It's too dangerous," you say. "That creep is still out there."

Nikki frowns. "I'm sure you scared him off. And thanks for ruining my bra, you jerk. That's eighty dollars gone for good."

"I'll buy you two bras if you stay put for now," you say. You are amazed that Nikki doesn't seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation. You wonder how she's lived to be 18 with such a limited awareness of her environment, and such poor survival skills.

Nikki shakes her head. "I'm going to get my shirt," she says. She frowns and shakes her pretty head. "But I shouldn't have to. A true gentleman would get it for me."

"I'm a gentleman," you say, "but I'm not stupid and I'm not suicidal."

"Fine!" Nikki says. "I'll get it. But you can forget about getting any sex from me." She spins on her heels and stalks off through the camp. She's walking fast. It doesn't take her long to walk to the other end of the camp and disappear into the darkness beyond the reach of the lights.

You think about following her. You can't believe the clueless little bitch is so insistent on risking her life for a stupid shirt. On the other hand, you don't want anything bad to happen to her. She may be clueless and irritating and not that smart, but you do have some feelings for her. After a few minutes, you set out after her.

You've made it about halfway through the camp when you hear Nikki's scream penetrate the night. You start running, but even as you do, you have a feeling that you will be too late.

When you reach the spot where Nikki's screams came from, you see that she found her shirt. It didn't do her any good, however. As far as you can tell, she never had the chance to put it on. The killer apparently used it to wipe blood off his blade after butchering her. She's lying on her back, eyes open and looking at the sky, body scarred with several deep slash wounds. Her tits are hanging out, you think, and she's dead.

• The killer attacks you
• The killer has fled, but you find Tomas and Jackie
• Chris has heard the screams and investigates

Slasher's Body Count:
Live:You (a guy who likes girls), Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie
Dead:Nikki