You were running for your life, That thing...Was behind you chasing you with its chainsaw over its head, revving, and Making weird noises as it rushed towards you, It had Killed all your friends and most of all Had crushed Your mental health, Dealing with the simple fact that you saw many dead people and bodies including your friend's bodies cut in half and mutilated, That thing did it you just know it.

you ran Your lungs burning with the cold air flying into them, You were terrified, And just as you were so close to losing him you tripped over a branch breaking your ankle, And just as you turned to the thing raising your hand the Thing stopped and tilted it's head, It was a human..A man..Just as you screamed you were knocked out with a broom handle in the head

You awoke in the basement tied up on a makeshift bed, the mattress was dirty and had stains while you were covered with a small fluffy blanket.

When the man came back in the room and looked at you his apron covered in blood as he sat down and brushed the hair out of your face before making some gibberish and caressing your face.