Chapter 2

The next morning was quiet around the campsite, the cabins dark as the sun rose over the trees surrounding the cabins. The yellows and oranges of the sunrise mixed with the light blue of the sky, reflecting off the lake surface. Dave sat at the edge, digging designs in the sand, enjoying the morning. He sighed, tossing the stick into the water with a 'plunk'.

"What are you doing out here alone?" a female voice broke Dave from his incoherent thoughts.

He turned to see Genny making her way over to him, her thin frame clad in a baggy sweatshirt and short shorts. She sat down next to him, pulling her knees to her chest and looking out over the lake.

"Good morning," Dave nodded, grabbing another stick to poke the sand.

"So, what brought you and Randy to the campsite?" Genny plucked up the conversation, running her fingers through her dark hair absently.

"Work," he sighed halfheartedly. "Our company sent us on a trip to Pittsburgh and the car broke down in the interstate, so we're not going to make that meeting. We were supposed to be off anyway but my boss is a prick and he's got something against Randy and I so he chose us to go on our rare day off."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Gen muttered, tracing her finger through her own patch of sand. "Well, on the bright side you get to stay here with this odd group of people instead. I'm here celebrating graduation from college. Should be a lot more fun than doing business."

"Yeah, I hope so."

Vivian yawned and stretched, glancing around her bedroom she shared with Bobby. He still lay knocked out beside her, snoring loudly, his breath still heavy with beer. She made a face and hopped out of bed, jumping quickly in the shower and getting cleaned up. It took her almost an hour to figure out what she wanted to wear, finally going with a yellow polo and matching yellow and white plaid mini skirt. She slipped on a pair of white flip-flops and left the cabin munching on a granola bar.

"Good morning beautiful," Randy jogged over to her, his shirt flung over his shoulder and his toned chest glistening with sweat.

Vivian eyed him with interest, momentarily forgetting she had a boyfriend, "Good morning, Randy. Where'd you go?"

"Just for a short jog," he winked, resting his hand on the small of her back. "I've been running behind on my exercise lately."

Vivian raised her eyebrows in interest, a sly smile crossing her face. She moistened her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, excitement shooting through her with every touch of his fingertips against her back.

"Is that so? Well, with a body like that," she eyed his abs again, tracing her finger down his chest, "I—"

"Vivie! What the fuck are you doing?" Bobby's voice cut her off in mid sentence and she jumped and spun around, suddenly tense.

"I- I was just," she stuttered, stepping away from Randy innocently.

Bobby grabbed her roughly by the front of her shirt, pushing her toward the cabin. She stumbled, scraping her knee on the ground. Randy rushed forward to help her but Bobby stepped in front of him.

"Go back in the cabin, Vivie, I have to deal with this pussy right now," Bobby said, puffing out his chest and cracking his knuckles menacingly.

Vivian spared Randy a terrified glance before stumbling back into their cabin and slamming the door. The second she was gone Bobby launched himself forward aiming to knock Randy in the side of the head. He side stepped him and grabbed his fist, getting Bobby on the ground in one swift movement.

"Now look where you got yourself, Bobby, on the ground with no way to defend yourself. Maybe if you stopped mistreating the beautiful woman in that cabin that you call your piece of ass, maybe she wouldn't be running to me for the comfort she's not getting from you," Randy snarled in his ear. "Now get the fuck outta here before I do hurt you."

With that Randy let him go and walked away, leaving Bobby alone on the ground, his temper sizzling, not noticing the sadistic grin of Kane as he watched the whole ordeal hidden behind the porch of the cabin, his hand wrapped around his favorite weapon, an axe.

"Oh God John, faster," Ashley gasped as John slammed her into the wall of their cabin, his back glistening with sweat. He growled into her neck, picking up his pace as his wife gasped for more, her fingers raking over his arms and back leaving long red marks where they scratched.

Ashley let out a moan of pleasure as John crashed his lips to hers forcefully, his hands squeezing her thighs as he pushed against her. She shuddered against him as she climaxed, her warm sex sending John over the edge. He bit down on her lip, pushing harder into her warm wetness, trailing kisses over her sweat soaked chest. He let out a low moan as he climaxed, spreading her legs wider to get one last push in before he was spent. Ashley fell limp against him, gently nibbling his trapezius muscle as they caught their breath.

"I need a nap, woman, you're tiring me out," John laughed, collapsing onto the bed.

Ashley rolled her eyes, pulling on a tank top and underwear. She fell onto the bed next to him, finally able to breathe normally. A scratching noise outside the window caught her attention and she narrowed her eyes, sitting up as John fell asleep, his arm draped across her stomach. Ashley slowly inched toward the window, glancing around only to find the trees rustling in the morning breeze. She shrugged and returned to the bed, snuggling up to John and closing her eyes. Another, louder, thump broke Ashley from her sleepy daze and she jumped at the sound of a knock on the cabin door.

"Who the fuck--?" she muttered, shoving John off of her as he tried to roll on top of her. He hit the floor with a loud thump and woke up as she neared the door.

Pulling it open Ashley gasped at the sight of Bobby, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and his face pale as a ghost. A trickle of blood dripped down the side of his mouth and Ashley jumped back as he fell forward, hitting the floor with a thud, an axe buried almost five inches deep into his back, the blood slowly dripping onto the floor.

"Holy shit!" John exclaimed, jumping almost a foot in the air at the sight.

Ashley slowly moved over to Bobby, a frown creasing her face. She poked his side with her foot, not fully convinced he was really dead. "Come on Bobby, get up, this isn't funny." When he did not move she stepped over him, looking out at the rest of the campsite and seeing everyone doing their usual morning routines. Vivian stepped out of her own cabin looking curious and locked eyes with Ashley.

"Hey, Ash, have you seen Bobby?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the bright morning sun.

Glancing over her shoulder Ashley nodded, "Yeah, I've seen Bobby all right. He's dead!" she yelled, attracting everyone's attention.

"What?" Vivian jogged over to the front door of Ashley's cabin and she stepped aside to let her see for herself.

"Oh my God!" Vivian shrieked, stumbling away from the door, her face as pale as Bobby's. Randy caught her as she lost her footing, lifting her into his arms to console her.

Gen and Dave both turned to see what was going on as John stumbled out of his cabin pulling on a t-shirt and buttoning his shorts. Ashley calmly found her clothes and pulled them on as well; following John out of the soiled cabin, the carpet now stained with Bobby's still oozing blood.

"What the fuck happened?" Genny asked, eyeing the axe poking from Bobby's back.

"I don't know, one minute I was hearing weird noises outside the window the next Bobby was knocking on our door and he ended up like that," Ashley shrugged. "Some weird shit is going on here."

"Well, we have to be calm if we're going to get out of this shit alive," Genny said firmly, her eyes on Candice and Mickie who were screaming like idiots and running around like two chickens with their heads cut off.

The group watched as Aiden tried to comfort the two women, only seeming to make them scream louder. Vivian gasped and pointed as Mark appeared from the shadows, a sour look on his face and a large piece of wood in his hands. Mickie smacked square into his chest and fell over, shrieking at his massive form. He raised the wood over his head and swung it down, knocking her out cold. Candice let out a terrified shriek of her own and Mark knocked her out as well, leaving a gash just above her eye from the force.

"Oh shit, man," Aiden backed himself into the side of the cabin, his body shaking from head to toe. "C'mon man, I didn't do anything—"

But Mark ignored him, smacking him across the face with the wood, and walking away, his face expressionless as he went. Aiden crumpled to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth from the wood, his eyes flickering closed as he lost consciousness.

The second Mark disappeared all hell broke loose. Dave grabbed Genny, throwing her over his shoulder while Randy clutched Vivian protectively. John took his wife's hand and the six of them booked it into the woods, not even paying attention to any of their things. They ran through underbrush and trees, not caring if they got smacked in the face. Vivian struggled out of Randy's cradle and trudged along with them as fast as she could, frequently getting yelled at by Genny for being two slow. Eventually the group came to a brief stop, John, Randy and Dave running to bushes to heave up whatever was left in their stomachs. All three men soaked in sweat and exhausted. Randy slumped onto a stump, his eyes flickering as his energy waned. Vivian sat beside him, pulling him down so he could rest his head in her lap, stroking his hair soothingly as his eyes flickered closed. Dave flopped onto the grass, his chest still heaving, his breath coming in wheezes as he gasped for air. Genny leaned over him, a look of concern on her face.

"Dave, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, it's just asthma, I'll be fine in a second," he gasped, placing a large hand over his eyes as he continued to wheeze.

Genny glanced around her, studying the plant life on the ground. She moved just out of sight, reappearing with a leaf. She rubbed it between her hands and placed it over Dave's mouth, his wheezing slowing as he breathed in the mint aroma of the leaf. Tossing it away when Dave's breath finally calmed, Genny helped him sit up, taking a seat next to him as John and Ashley spoke quietly nearby.

"We can't stay here much longer, who knows how fast those two lunatics can catch up to us," Genny frowned at Vivian, who was still looking at Randy with doe eyes and lovingly stroking his hair as he slept.

"He's exhausted," she whispered, running her fingers over his cheek gently.

"We're all exhausted, Vivie," Genny shot back. "Either we stay here and die, or we get the fuck out of these damn woods and get some help."

"Then you go, I'll stay here until he wakes up." Vivian whispered, looking back down at Randy.

Genny got to her feet, glancing at John and Ashley, who had stopped talking and were listening to the conversation at hand. Dave got to his feet as well and shook his head.

"All right, if you want to stay here and die, that's fine with me, I'd rather stay alive though," Genny sighed at Vivian's stupidity.

She shot her a glare but stayed put and Dave took Genny's hand, pulling her further into the woods. She watched the four of them go before returning her gaze to Randy who had a smile on his face. He opened his eyes and sat up, catching Vivian off guard.

"I thought you were asleep," she whispered, leaning forward. "We should catch up to them."

"No, we still have a little time," he grinned, placing his hand on her tanned thigh. "Besides, even if we're going to die, at least we'll be making the best of it."

Vivian raised her eyebrows at him, licking her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. A sly grin spread across Randy's face and he cupped her cheek in his hand, pulling her closer to him. She sucked in her breath as he brushed his lips over hers sending a shiver of excitement up her spine. She closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his cautiously. Randy slid his tongue across her bottom lip, parting them easily. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth while his hands found their way up her sides. He pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him, pulling her thin frame into his chest.

A rustle brought the two back to reality, Vivian pulling away from Randy, her chest heaving for air. She glanced frantically around her, searching for the source of the noise. Her breath caught in her throat when the rustle sounded closer. Randy tightened his hold on her thighs and she glanced down at him. That's when she saw him. Kane's huge, hulking shadow in the darkness directly behind Randy. Vivian let out a blood-curdling shriek and stumbled backwards as he brought the axe down on Randy's head.

"No! Randy!" she screamed as his body instantly went limp, the blood squirting everywhere. She scrambled to her feet as warm droplets rained all over her, her eyes wide at the sight of Randy, the axe sticking out of the back of his head as the blood streamed over his chest and shoulders. What spooked her most were his eyes, still half open, his mouth wide in shock, his hands limp on his thighs.

Kane looked up with a twisted smile, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. Vivian backed herself into a tree, shrieking at the feel of the rough bark against her back. Her hand brushed the pocket of her skirt as his mismatched blue eyes bore into her hazel. He took a step toward her and she stumbled back, tripping over a tangle of roots. Kane rushed forward as she fell but Vivian forced herself to stand, her elbows and knees scraped and bleeding. He watched her run off through the thick, her groans of pain and scared breathing echoing in the quiet woods.