Rebeca analyzed her situation. A busty cheerleader alone in the woods, with a loose psycho. Not even a flash
light? "Light" she though.
She search her inventory. A cellphone! "This should come in handy if... yes it turns on. But that means that...
of course I have no signal... no GPS either of course. No horror game worth it salt would give me so much
advantage... let's see. Battery 25%, camera works, and the flashlight..." said turning it on. "Good" she
thought, I wonder if the others know we have this, just because we look like dumb cheerleaders doesn't mean we
have to act like one.
She started to began to walk, trying to find a change of landscape beside woods. When she received a text
message. "YOU ARE NOT ALONE." She knew that the text was from the killer, and that it was a horror cliché, but
it still make her feel goosebumps. Better to get going.