[center][color=a36209][h2]Chad Watts[/h2][/color]
[b][code]The Campsite - Dock.[/code][/b]
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Chad was breathing heavily by this point, a combination of tragedy and paranoia that he hadn't felt since the night she died. That poor girl that Chad had inadvertently killed. The first night was the easiest, and most like how he felt at this moment - intense fear that somehow they would find him, and he'd be in a lot of trouble. But instead of the police arresting him... this was far worse. Hunched over and choking back short and ragged breaths, Chad felt Lynette's hands grab onto him tightly, wheeling him around to face the small, clearly old boat house.  Despite it's small size, it was a hell of a lot better than the small supply shed they were currently behind, and Chad was more than happy to follow her lead as she led the group into the pitch black interior.

The light of Lynette's phone was bright and uncomfortable to Chad's blurry eyes, but her words were very reassuring. Hiding had to be the best course of action at the moment - running would mean certain doom so far from civilization, especially considering the killers clearly well-trained (More like supernatural...) physique. The thought of fighting was completely nonexistent in Chad's mind, as fighting was clearly the option of the suicidal. Another boy, the most recent newcomer, was arguing with some guy on his phone - only reminding Chad that his duffel bag was still at the campfire. Shit.

He nearly jumped through the ceiling when the girl next to him let out a muffled scream, both out of fear and the intense desire to shut her up somehow. The last thing he wanted was to be found by that monstrosity. Chad couldn't help, however, but notice she was screaming over thin air - she couldn't have had any of the bad pot... She wasn't at the camp fire, right? At the very least, Chad didn't remember her being there. After asking about the other girl's well being, Lynette adopted a similar, unfocused appearance, before falling to her knees suddenly. Chad immediately whispered out as soon as he noticed the cut on her shoulder.

[color=a36209]"Fuck, are you okay?"[/color]

He didn't see anything, but she must have cut herself on some fish hook or something... Fuck, what was happening? Maybe it wasn't the weed that was doing this, maybe the entire camp has fumes or some shit. That would explain everyone acting insane... Lynette soon exited the boathouse and, to Chad's surprise, managed to find a boat! His eyes must have glanced over it in his hurry to find an escape! Without hesitation, Chad assisted in dragging the boat to the shore along with Lynette and the mystery girl, and soon the boat was ready to head out. Chad was just about to get in when some more survivors came over. Of course, he had no clue who the hell they were... But he was glad to see some more people survived anyways.

The newcomers and Lynette briefly talked, and Chad quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to leave. Not because escape was impossible - far from it, actually. e could easily escape right then, but doing so would earn the scorn of his classmates forever... Not to mention that many people would die. It wasn't that Chad cared deeply for his classmates and would risk his life for them, but he wasn't going to simply let them die while he could help - as long as he didn't draw too much risk to himself. Quickly, Chad moved over to the remaining boats and began to move them out, going as quickly as possible.

[color=a36209]"Let's do this as quickly and quietly as possible - I don't want to still be around when that thing gets back. Someone help me drag these shits out."[/color]