(Sorry, this chapter will be relatively short...I'm working on the second as I type this message. I haven't posted anything in a while, so I may as well post this. If people actually like this, I'll continue.)

*The first time I tried to upload this, something went weird and it didnt go in right...I'm sorry ._.

"Hey, are you-" Jean swung up an arm and let it drop on where his friend should have been sleeping, only to find the sleeping bag cold and empty. "...Marco?"

Jean pushed himself up onto his elbows and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked around the small tent they shared. They'd only just made it to the campsite a few hours prior to then, seeing as Marco had insisted that they actually go camping. None of that trailer and electricity bullcrap.

And where did it get them? Rained into a shitty little Walmart tent that was hardly big enough for a toddler; let alone two guys. Not that Jean was really going to complain about the size...it only meant Marco had to sleep closer to him.

"Marco!" He hissed again, leaning forwards towards the partially zippered door-flap. Had he gone outside? If he did, he should have been back by then...if his sleeping back was cold, he must have been gone for a while.

Looks like he'd have to go out there. "Idiot probably get stuck in mud..." Jean muttered to himself. It took a bit of tugging on his part, but the flap un zippered and allowed Jean out into chilly air.

"Fuck." As soon as he stepped out, he felt mud well up between his toes. Guess he should have thought to pull on his boots before running his ass outside. "Marco? You out here?"

No response.

Just off to the side, Jean swore his saw someone standing by his truck. He was about to call out to them when he noticed something strange. That...couldn't be Marco. He was taller. Whoever that was looked to be pretty short. Maybe some kid had wandered in from another site?

"Are you lost or something?" Jean shuffled forwards and resisted the urge to whine as he felt the legs of his pajamas soak up the muddy water as he trudged through it. Great. These were the only comfortable pants he'd bothered to bring. Oh Marco so owed him...

The person looked to have acknowledged Jean, although they made to point in answering him. "I'm talking to you, the least you could do-" And thats when Jean froze.

Blood. There was blood all over the guy. And the side of his truck. Marco was laying in the mud in front of the stranger; unmoving. Was this some sort of joke?

Suddenly, the person turned to stare at him. He defiantly wasn't a kid. With his sharp features and dull eyes, he looked to be in his 20's or 30's. "...great. How many more of you are there? I thought for sure it was just this one." He grumbled, irritated by Jean's presence as he looked him up and down with a bored expression. "...But I suppose there's no point in leaving you here."

Jean wasn't even listening to him though. It appeared that Marco had tried to get into the car to get away from the guy...half of his face had been practically ripped off and upon further inspection, he saw it caught in car door. Not only that, the boy was missing a few fingers and had a large cut that could be seen through a tear in his t-shirt.

This had to be a dream. There was no way that Marco could really be dead. Jean tried pinching his leg, wincing and yelping slightly. Nope. Not a dream.

Which meant...

Without another word, the teen spun around and began sprinting back towards the tent. "Fuck...f-fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

The stranger rolled his gray eyes before he calmly walked after him. "You just had to make this difficult didn't you?" He spat.

If it hadn't been so damn muddy out that night, Jean may have actually made it to his phone. But no. He slid on the slick grass and landed heavily on his back, the wind completely knocked out of him.
He barely had time to register that he had fallen when a large rock was brought down again his right temple.