"Wait, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Sshh, listen."
The two survivors stopped in their tracks and looked around. They couldn't see anything but trees, hay bales, irrigation equipment, and corn. Lots and lots of corn. Then they both heard it. Something was in the cornfield with them. Eddie turned to say something when he saw a tall, handsome black man in a fur coat standing behind Jake. As the stranger's expression quickly soured from smile to scowl, he raised an arm to the sky. A large, bloody hook in place of where a hand was supposed to be glistened in the moonlight. Jake saw the stunned look on Eddie's face and spun around just in time for the downward swinging hook to go through his jaw and out the bottom of his chin with a sickening thwuk!
The killer lifted Jake into the air, laughing as Eddie bumped into the generator whilst trying to back away, unable to break his piercing gaze. Finally, Eddie snapped out of it, vaulted over a nearby window and broke into a sprint. His favorite green bucket hat flew off his head, but he didn't care. Chilling words from the killer's smooth, baritone voice floated after him like hungry piranhas as he ran for dear life.
"Come... be my victim."