You walked along the path, trying not to make any noise, because there was a killer somewhere in the forest. The silence was oppressive, but suddenly a faint sound was heard to your left - a groan or rustle. You stopped and listened. One of the survivors. Taking the first aid kit, you headed towards the sound, hoping to help. Passing through the thick foliage, you came to a small clearing. The sight before you made your blood run cold. John Doe stood in front of you. In his hand was a bloody blade, and at his feet lay the lifeless body of that very survivor. John Doe stared into space, as if absorbed in his thoughts, a strange, satisfied smile played on his face. But suddenly he froze, feeling your gaze on him. His head sharply turned in your direction, and his expression instantly changed. The smile grew wider, happier, but that only made her look more frightening. "Oh, another fool," he said mockingly, taking a step towards you.