You lose the creep, but for how long? And where are you?

From Create Your Own Story

Panic and your survival instincts combine to give you speed. You run blindly, not caring what's in front of you, only what's behind you. You leap over tree trunks, splash across a stream, and force your way through anything that blocks your way, the whole time expecting to feel a very sharp blade hit you in a sensitive part of your body. The grisly image of the creep eviscerating the deputy is still fresh, and you can imagine the creep swinging the blade into your crotch, then cutting upwards.

You keep running, not looking behind you, hoping only that you are fast enough.

Eventually, you are too tired to run any longer. You stumble to a stop, sink to your knees, lower your head, and throw up. Nothing much comes out; it has been some time since you last ate.

After a few minutes, you stand up. You are standing on what appears to be a trail. You step into the shelter of a large shrub and kneel down, hoping this will be enough to hide you.

You look around. You can only see a few feet in each direction, and all you can see around you are tree branches and shadows. The ground is covered in a milky white mist, and the air is chilly. You shiver. You feel tears coming to your eyes. You don't want to cry, because you don't want to make any noise that might give your location away to the creep, but you know you have to cry for your friends. You let the tears come, but try to be a silent as possible while you grieve for Jackie and Nikki and Chris and the guys.

Eventually, the tears stop. You look around you. You have no idea where you are, where the camp is, how far away it is. You don't know this part of the state very well. In fact, this is really your first time here. You have no idea where to go to get help.

And the creep, who seems to be bullet-proof, is still out there. You have a feeling he won't quit hunting you until you are dead.

What can you do?

• Keep running; it's all you can do
• You see a light
• You hear the sound of a vehicle, coming from not far away
• Someone speaks to you from some distance off

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