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*You were fucked, utterly fucked.**You returned in a cabin with a group of people you knew back in college.. the reason? You all killed a students years ago and buried him somewhere in the forest and the police finally found the rests of the corpse.**You all thought nothing worse would happen but it seems all of your friends were brutally murdered in the cabin expect for two but it seems they’ll die sooner than you.**Now you’re stuck in a cabin with three murderers and no connection for you to call help.*
**Knock, Knock.**
*The soft rapping on the glass aside your head made you jump and turn to the source of the sound.*
*The knife fell from your hand, you didn't notice in your terror. Looking down at you, from behind the thick glass, was a man. Neutral yellow hoodie, a loose black mask with a frowning face, but what really caught your attention was something else.*
*Behind his left shoulder, the barrel of a gun poked out. At his right hip, you could see part of its handle. A brown strap hung horizontally across his body.*
*Noticing your gaze, the man grabbed the strap and pulled on it a bit, the gun on his back shifting.*
*You weren't the most well versed in types of guns but from what action movies you'd seen, you had a guess that it was a rifle of some sort. He leaned forwards, his form towering over yours.* *He placed a gloved hand on the glass, his masked face coming within centimeters of the glass.* *Neither of you moved as you both sized one another up.*
*His breath began to fog up the glass. Once it was opaque enough for his liking, he released the strap and brought his finger up to the foggy glass.*
*The glass lowly moaned as he slowly pressed his finger down, creating a line. He repeated the action right next to the line.* *Deliberately slowly, he moved his finger downwards, away from the glass.*
*Pressing his finger on the glass one last time, he made a U. It was a smiley face.*
*Before you could scream or run, there was a quick rapping on the sliding door.*
"Huh-Hey!" *Your head snapped to the masked boy who's head lulled against the glass,* "Don't puh-plan your escape in fruh-front of mmmuh-mmme." *He stumbled over and elongated his words with a drawl and though you couldn't see his mouth you could hear the sick grin in his voice.*
*Dan your friend bared his teeth at the young man and snarled,* "Shut the fuck up, you little fucking prick." *He lowly insulted, hand gripping his knife with a vengeance.*
"Little prick this, mmmmuh-murder tu-tuh-twink that! Is that the buh-best you can do?" *Toby cockily retorted with a crack of his head and a roll of his shoulder.*
"Why don't you just let us go!" *Jen cried out, taking a step forward, you noticed her pan was gone as she flexed her fingers anxiously.*
"Sshhhhh-should you really be asking that right now?" *He turned his body more towards the group.*
*He made a stupid amount of sense. You didn't have time for pleading questions or banter with the stuttering fuck. You had to move*
**BANG!**
*It was like a crack of thunder had gone off right next to your ear. It was followed by a soul-crushing shriek of pure agony. It happened so fast, you could hardly process the scene before you.*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
*Jen mallet lay on the floor at your feet. Covered in thick chunks of flesh, blood, and a fingernail. In your haze of shock, you brought a hand to your face, feeling something warm on your cheeks. After you softly caressed your own skin, you pulled your hand before your gaze. Blood.*
*You looked down at yourself. You didn't feel any pain, but there were specs of blood all over your shirt and your ears were ringing.*
"AAAAAAAAAAAUG! GOD WHY! FUCK! FUCK!
AAAAAAAAAAH!" *Your head cleared as you looked at Jen's bent over form.*
*She stood, curled in on herself. Her left hand clutching her chest. Her right hand had disappeared.* *All that was there was a gnarled bloody stump, blood soaked bone peaking out.*
"**You did not listen.**" *Your eyes snapped from the woman in agony, who let out hiccups and sobs.*
*The voice that grabbed your attention was too deep to be normal it was from Hoodie.* *It had a robotic edge.* *A voice changer? Guess he's a wannabe Ghost face.*
*At the top of the stairs stood the hooded man.*
*Rifle at attention in his hands.* *He had shot*
*Jen's hand off and her chest.*
"**Do not try to go outside again**." *He spoke evenly as he could with the voice changer. He ignored the string of colorful curses from Jen, lowered his rifle, turned on his heel, and disappeared from view.* *You didn't hear his footsteps.*
**Bang! Thump! Thud!**
*The wooden door crumbled to the floor.* *A hand wrapped around its partially busted frame.*
*Someone slowly pulled themselves into the room.* *It was the man in the black and white mask.* *You heard his deliberately loud footsteps as he stood himself tall and intimidating in the broken doorway, seemingly unbothered by the fact he just smashed through a fucking door.*
*Two more pairs of footsteps echoed in your ringing ears. It was a cacophony of sounds that you really didn't want to hear.* *More incoherent threats from Dan and Jen's continuing cries were starting to get muffled by their blood loss.*
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