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[b][code]The Campsite - Infirmary.[/code][/b][hr]


Everything went together so well with the story... and, even though it relied on stupid bullshit.

David said that Mosshead was sick and they poked their head outside and vomited. Justin would smile if that wouldn't give away that he was full of shit. He turned away when the Mosshead vomited, because he didn't want to see what kind of nasty shit they were spewing. Justin slid his hands into the pockets of his grey athletic shorts, and pondered if he should just leave before nurse-chick figured out anything. After all, Justin had no real reason to stick around after getting them to the doctor - it wasn't like he personally knew them. And like hell he was going to be compliant [i]once[/i] they figure out that they're drunk. He slid off to the side a bit, before waving to David as he tried going out the back.

That was when the sharp sounds of yelling, followed by the distinct sound of a good dozen or so people running for their lives. Curiosity took over Justin as he moved over to the window and looked out - only to see his worse dreams come to life. The tower of a man with an axe and grey skin, standing over a body, and looking over his shoulder with clear intent. His eyes shot wide open as he realized just what had happened. 

[i]Jason-Fucking-Voorhees.[/i]

On instinct - once the shock wore off - Justin grabbed Rien by the arm and yanked her back inside, and shut the door. He breathed really hard in and out as he got away from the window. This was the shit that his mother warned him about: getting caught in a fucking killing spree! He knew that he had to do everything in his power to make sure that everyone stays alive.

"Everyone stay down!" Justin said, "I have an idea."

He flicked the light switch, and everything went dark.