okay, seeing his group of best friends die one by one, and in more brutal ways than the last, wasn't what dean expected to complete his second year of high school in lawrence, kansas.

and most importantly, discovering that your beloved girlfriend – until then 'dead.' – was the one behind all this, man, it only got better.

looking around the kitchen for a knife, scissors, any shit he could use to defend himself from the girl who was behind him, which he managed to knock out for a few moments, while with his left hand he pressed the wound in his abdomen caused by an extremely sharp knife , trying his best to remain calm; shit, he was freaking out. he tried to call the police, but any contact was prevented by the power outage. smart slut.