"Please!" You scream, running through the mall as you hold the stab wound along your stomach. "Anybody?!" Your screams seem to mean nothing as any of the staff working at the mall you pass by are dead.

You scream as you hear the skull mask wearing killer in hot pursuit of you, feet pattering against the mall floor.

You try to run, but they managed to grab you and make you fall to the floor. They quickly got on top of you, their knife digging into your skin as they stab you.

You scream, hands reaching up to grab the mask and pull it off.

Heather Watkins.

Sweet, innocent high-school student Heather Watkins. One of your friends and fellow mall employees.

"Heather, please! Please, its me!" You cry, blood dripping down your mouth.

Heather doesn't respond. She doesnt react. She doesnt even blink.