Will had been running for just a few minutes when he felt something yank him backwards and up. Before he knew
what was going on, Will was upside down in a tree, hanging from a rope.
"That didn't take long." The killer said, stepping out into the open. He looked like a scrawny scarecrow with
three rifles strapped to his back and a machete in his hand.
"Oh shit." Will said.
"You've got that right. I'll admit, you're an interesting one. Getting rid of your phone was smart. Letting your
friend keep hers, that was less smart." The killer said. Will smacked himself in the forehead for making that
mistake.
"Then of course there's this." The killer said, gesturing to Will's predicament, "This is also foolish."
"But I know one thing." The killer said, leaning in to Will's face, "You aren't the only one out here. I already
tagged one of you, and your friend is dead, but that's not all. So I want you to do something for me. Bring your
other friends right to me. When you die, I want you to scream."
The killer rammed his machete into Will's stomach. The screams were tortured and long. They went on for several
minutes before stopping.