Wow, half your camp is dead, kind of on you for going to Camp Crystal Lake, but who am I to judge.

Anyway, you flee like a sensible person, running from the camp and hoping whoever slaughtered your camp mates doesn't come for you.

Unfortunately for you, Jason Voorhees isn't that kind, he walks after you, machete in hand, the leaves and sticks crunching underneath his boots, the Crystal Lake killer having risen again.

You managed to go in a full circle, now back at the campsite, the corpses still laying around.

Jason Voorhees, dying for a dramatic entrance busts through the wall of a cabin, staring you in the eyes.

Jason: "..."