Jason Storms L.A
Prologue
Jason Voorhees, the unstoppable killing machine still alive. He's been walking for days, trying to find his way back to Chrystal Lake from New York. He didn't know how he was still alive but he didn't care. It's been days since he's seen anyone, he hasn't killed anyone in what seemed like an eternity.
All he had with him was his machete, his hockey-mask and his motivation. He still had the urge to kill, his lust for spilling the blood of those who he sees responsible for his mother's death. He kept walking and walking down the long, seemingly endless road.
Jason knew he was immortal, he knew nothing could ever successfully kill him. He knew he didn't need to eat or rest because he hadn't stopped walking since he left New York. At first there were plenty of people to kill, a group of teens on vacation, a young couple in the woods, he even killed the entire staff at a restaurant in broad daylight. But now, he was alone. All he wanted was a final climactic murder spree before returning to Chrystal Lake.
He continued walking, growing more and more tired of his solitude each second. Then he saw it, he finally saw it! His next killing ground...Los Angeles.
Note: This story takes place after "Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan."