You weren’t quite sure how long you’d been running for. It’d felt like hours since you’d encountered the man with the hatchets.

And for all you knew, he could still be hunting for you. You yelped in pain as you felt a sudden pain shoot up your leg, making you fall to the ground.

“Oops, did I hit ya, babe?”

The brunette boy taunted, his orange googled glinting in the moonlight. The crazy bastard had hit you in the back of the calf with his axe, blood dripping down the blunt metal.