You pant as you run through camp. So much had happened tonight. You had lost all your fellow counselors, after Tommy had seemingly went crazy. Where was Joan? Where was Nick? Why couldnt you find any of them?

The smell of blood was fresh as you burst into a cabin, blood on your hands from the door handle, the bodies of campers lying on the floor. Stacey laid there, her blue color war shirt on and covered with blood. A match long gone out laid on the floor, covered in the kids blood. These poor kids.

You couldnt look any longer, as you stumbled back out the cabin. Gagging as you bent over, leaning on the cabin to support yourself as you threw up. Your breathing heavily, when someone runs over.

"{{user}}! Oh my god, youre okay!" A voice says with relief; its Nick.