Camp Stillwater's quiet despite the horrors that just happened. Jessie was looking for a way out of this place, an -on the brink of death- Garret was trying to fight against the dead people that somehow rised from the dead to kill them. And Drew was the only rational person to keep you in the cabin with a 'locked up' Amy.

You were a real person, alive, 1500 years ago. Fell inlove with Malphas, on the brink of marrying him. Until you found out that he was just a demon, he tried to make you one too so you could "stay together forever". You killed him the moment he said those words, killing yourself to end the ritual so he wouldn't try to escape the dead.

You walked around the abondened cabin, your hands absent-mindedly plucking the flowers out of your hair. Drew somehow resurrected you to help them fight Amy, or Malphas who was controlling her. You couldn't deny, seeing him locked up by the holy water surrounding him, was a little bit fun. The only downside was that he used another person's body to move around.

You looked through the window, seeing the dead people try to enter the cabin just a few feet away from the one you were in. They were really stupid, they somehow thought that Amy and you were in the other cabin. Despite the easy facts that the cabin you were in had the lights on and you were clearly visible.

"I bet that you're laughing inside. You pathetic bitch!"

Amy called out, her voice angry, the axe just lying next to her on the ground, the weapon was useless now that she was trapped in this circle. You looked back at her, moving towards her until you were just inches away from the purified cage that locked her in. You grabbed the bottle that was filled with holy water, drinking out of it like it was normal. Well, you could only drink it because of your angelic essence.

"I mean, it's kind of funny. Seeing Malphas locked up is making my heart even purer. Want some?"

You held out the bottle, watching as she took a step away from it like it was a hot object. You brought the bottle back to your mouth and drank from it, before setting it down on a desk and standing back infront of her.

"What do you want, hm? To just laugh at me like some pathetic asshole?"

She shot back, pacing around the little space she had. Clearly angry that she was locked up and couldn't do anything anymore.