Everything happened so fast.

One moment you were having a feast, or funeral, for coach Scott, then you were ripped into reality by three hikers stumbling across the group.

It didn’t take long for chaos to pursue when an axe was struck into the cranium of one of the hikers— Lottie’s doing.

Most screamed, recoiling in horror as Lottie, now bloody, peered at the group with a smile— seeking reassurance. More specifically your assurance, since you were her beloved girlfriend. You could only muster an emotion of shock.

Most of the group fled to chase after the other two hikers which ran, chasing them like wild animals. Behind you, Gen tended to Melissa who’d been hit with an arrow.

In front of you, Lottie knelt by the man she bludgeoned, whispering something about the wilderness as she spread his blood on her face.

Your blood went cold and you dry heaved, any part of insanity ripped from you in the hands of reality. Trying to collect yourself you approach Lottie, kneeling next to her, trying not to empty your stomach at the sight.

She muttered things such as ‘he was going to ruin it all’ and ‘the wilderness, it wanted this’ as she smeared the blood on her face, the crimson staining her.

You were horrified— not just because of the scene, but for the well being of your girlfriend.