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Nate expressed little in the way of dissent when the 'chickenshit' of the two girls suggested she didn't want to find out what the commotion was - the three of them stood frozen by the docks, speculating on just what the fuck was going on. Thoughts drifted and began to take form as words in his mouth when the three of them were met by a taller guy running from the camp, tears staining his face and babbling away at them.

"Oh Jesus Christ, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now Lynette, Jesus fucking Christ, someone fucking died, my god, someone fucking died over there, Jesus Christ, oh fuck." [i]Died?[/i] Nate felt a weight drop in the pit of his stomach, horrified at the thought - what if he'd stayed by the fire, "One of the professors got fucking chopped in half... There was some kind of monster over there... Oh god..." It was then, in an instant, that horrific speculation shifted to abject terror - punctuated by the loud crash of a tree in the distance that would've caused him to fall into the lake if not for the guardrail catching him where he stumbled.

The sound of a tree falling in the far distance quickly forced Chad to jump, before he began to whisper as loudly as he could again.

[i]Oh, shit.[/i]

The guy kept on going, but his voice faded into the background as Nate's thoughts drifted towards the next course of action, on what to do next, when one of the girls - Lynette, the guy had called her - jabbed a finger towards boathouse and led them in. Nate followed suit, slipping into the disused building and pressing his mass against a corner to peer out. It was too far off at this point to really make anything, the dark didn't help much either, but the screams and frantic voices were still out there - and for a split second he swore he saw a flash of bright life in conjunction with the distinct rev of a car's engine. 

What now, dial 911?

No - something else - instinct won out o nthis one. Nate frantically dove into the pocket for his phone, tugging it out and unlocking it - he brought up his list of contacts and flickered down the alphabetically categorised list.

[i]Quent.[/i]

He was going to catch shit for this, but what other option did he have? People were [i]dying[/i], for fuck's sake. He could die here tonight - right there in the moment, the only thing Nate gave a shit about was hoping that Quent had his phone with him he swiped to call the Deputy up. The display froze for a few seconds, which elicited a panicked "Oh-shit!" from him, but then it transitioned to the dialling screen and, within seconds, the phone picked up, almost magnetically drawing it to his ear.

"Quent?! C-Can you get this?!" The words slipped out, mentally isolated fro mthis stood around him, "There's a guy at the camp site killing people! He's already killed one of our teachers!"

It felt like an hour before he heard a voice back, "Why do I care?" It was harsh, rasped - as if Quent had endured another fifteen years' worth of age, intersparsed with a dull screeching tone.

"What?!" He couldn't be for real, "C'mon, Quent - I'm not joking! People are [i]dead![/i]"

"Interesting." The voice-that-wasn't-quite-Quent let off a chortle, before the phone went dead. Was this someone fucking with him? Nate swiped over to sift through his contacts again when he saw a skeletal appendage scrape across the screen in place of his finger, then blinked again to find his whole hand was devoid of any meat - just bone, coated in flecks of rust. 

Noise from one of the others prompted him to briefly shoot them a glance, only to be seized once again in the throes of abject terror. Stood before him were not the three he saw before, but emaciated figures clad in torn, rotting clothing. All stared at him, their gaunt faces drawn so tight he thought their skin might split - and then it did. Decaying flesh sloughed off, emphasising the corpse-like features.

"W-what the fuck?!" Nate yelped, backing up further against the wall with such haste that he caught the back of his head on a low hanging beam - an act which would drag him back to reality. Blinking again, he no longer saw three corpses - just his companions, same as they were before.