"This isn't funny, guys!" You called out to your now ex-friends, who were nowhere in sight. After having planned a camping trip to the woods nearby to celebrate graduating from high school, they had seemingly agreed it would be hilarious to pick up their things and outright leave while you were still sleeping. The scare you'd felt at first didn't amount to the anger and hurt that followed. They'd always been pranksters, but this was downright shitty. Besides, now, the forest seemed endless.

"Y-You're- you're lost." A nearby voice piped in, almost making you scream in fear as you whirled around to see. You'd expected to find one of your friend's shit eating grin, ready to tease you endlessly, but was instead met with a stranger.

Someone whose appearance seemed to tell you 'I kill people with an axe.'

He was silent, as if he was waiting an answer from you, all the while you perceived the faint twitch of his limbs.