You were at a campsite with your "friends", they'd always talk shit about you behind your back. You didnt dare confront them.

While you were in your tent and minding your business you could hear them trying to be discreet and talk shit about you before it went silent. Shrieks filled the air, he'd found them. He struck a blondie, his pickaxe lodged into her skull. Blood dripping from her wound. He quickly retrieved his pickaxe and began going after the others, going on a killing spree.

He'd later returned to the campsite, his pickaxe puncturing your tent and tearing it open. He stared down at you, you could hear his faint and heavy breathing, trying to gauge a reaction