Here's the next chapter. Sorry, it's been a while. Life got in the way
Hope you enjoy!
The sun was still low on the horizon as the Impala pulled into the camp ground parking lot. John turned off the ignition and the rumble of the engine came to a stop. John sat there a moment looking around as surveying the area. Cherie watched him a moment before speaking up
"What are we waiting for?" She asked impatiently, and moving her hand to the door handle.
John held his hand to out and she paused for a moment while he spoke "It's too quiet." John told her "If there was something here, there should be a sign of it already. Most ghosts don't like people on their turf"
Cherie turned back towards the door. Pulling on the handle she opened it and climbed out. "Come on. Let's check it out" She replied as she pushed the door and it shut with a click of the lock. John shook his head, and quickly got out of the car. As he did, he reached behind his back and slipped the pistol from his waistband. He moved over to Cherie as he kept his back to the car, watching the darkened buildings with a watchful eye. Cherie strode off towards the main building not far from them as John followed up. As she approached the front porch, John released one hand from the pistol, and placed it on her shoulder to stop her as she raised her foot to step up. She pulled it back, and John stepped forward – pointing the gun as he went. John stepped up to the door, giving it a kick with his foot to keep the pistol aimed forward. The room was empty as John stepped inside, keeping Cherie visible in the doorway. He dropped a hand from the pistol and quickly waved Cherie inside. Cherie didn't hesitate, and joined him, quickly slipping past him and into the room before he could stop her.
"Careful" John stated as she stepped over a piece of broken furniture on her way to the door across the room. John followed up pretty quickly, but she was already through the door before he got there. John heard a noise behind him and turned, gun pointed. Moving back towards the door, he looked around and outside – nothing. As he was turning back to head to the other door he heard Cherie scream from the other room. Without hesitation, he lowered the gun to his side, and ran across the room, raising it again as he reached the door. John stepped through gun raised as he looked around and saw Cherie standing in front of him with her hand across her mouth in shock as she stared at the corpse that was hanging from the kitchen hook.
John lowered the gun as he approached, and turned Cherie away from the body "At least we know what happened to the people from the car." John said as they turned away, and back towards the door. "Do you think she was here alone?" Cherie asked, and started to look back as they walked before John made her turn around. As they entered back into the main room, a noise came from outside that sounded like boots creaking on the wooden decking. John pushed Cherie over to the side of the room where she would be hidden by the door if it opened, and brought the pistol to its ready position as he walked sideways to stand in front of the door as it slowly creaked open.
In the doorway, John saw a figure dressed in what appeared to be tattered clothing items. His face was covered with a hockey mask, and a machete hung down in his right hand.
"Well, I guess you're not the pizza guy." John stated, but kept a serious look on his face as he pulled the trigger, firing two shots that hit the figure directly in the chest. The figure looked down at his chest, and then up at John before he started walking slowly towards him.
"So, I guess you're not a ghost" John said as he started backing up. As the figure moved closer, and away from the door he saw a gap for Cherie "RUN!" he called out "Get in the car". The figure twisted his head to see the girl duck passed and out the door, and turned back to John who was still backing up. John felt the cold stone as his back hit the edge of the fireplace, and ducked out of the way as the figure lifted the machete and swung. As he hit the ground John lifted the gun, and fired a shot into the knee of his attacker. The figure buckled briefly, but it was long enough for John to slide past and head to the door.
As John reached the door, the figure stood back up. John dashed out through the door, and the figure turned his head around, then his body twisted as he began to walk after him. John was faster. He reached the Impala as the figure stepped down off the porch and jumped in the driver's door. Slipping the key in the ignition, John twisted and the Impala's engine roared into life. He slammed it into first as he dropped his foot from the clutch and spun the wheel. As the Impala made its U-turn, the figure stepped in the way, and the tail end of the Impala made contact, knocking him back and to the ground as John straightened up and drove off down the driveway. Jason stood up off the ground and watched the tail lights of the Impala disappear into the trees surrounding the camp. He turned and began walking away before disappearing himself into the trees.
As they drove out onto the highway, Cherie turned in her seat looking back to see of anything was behind them. John slowed the car down and began to cruise along as he gave Cherie a quick look before turning his gaze back to the road
"I wouldn't worry." He told her his voice surprisingly calm. "I don't think he can leave the camp site. Well, probably not without assistance"
"Yeah, you're probably right." Cherie replied turning back in her seat to face the front once again.
"So, I'm guessing that was Jason?" John asked her his eyes flicking between her and the road.
Cherie nodded, "I mean, I haven't seen him myself." She began "But from the descriptions I've had, that would be pretty accurate." She paused briefly before she asked the next question "So, what's the next move?" She looked over at John who was staring out the windscreen as he drove.
"The question is." He said not moving his gaze from the road "Is there a next move?"
Cherie was a little surprised by the question. She had not expected that, and it took her a second to think of her next question "I thought you were going to help get rid of Jason?"
John pulled the Impala to the side of the road, and slipped it out of gear but left it idling. "That thing, whoever it is, is beyond anything I've fought." He told her as he looked her in the eyes "It's not a ghost, and it moves to fast for a zombie. So, I got nothing."
"You must have some ideas" Cherie asked a look of worry crossing her face "What about burning the remains?"
John shook his head emphatically "Wouldn't help." He told her "That's for ghosts, and seeing as it took two bullets to the chest. Then I would rule that out."
Cherie looked at him sternly, as if she was beginning to get annoyed. John had seen it before, several times. It was the look his wife used to give him years ago when he hadn't done something. He shook his head out of frustration and annoyance before he spoke
"Ok, we can try. Where's the cemetery?" he asked as he turned back to the front and slipped the Impala into gear.
Cherie slipped her seatbelt across her chest as she spoke "I'll show you"
The impala pulled away from the side off the road, and drove off down the highway the roar of the engine getting fainter as it pulled away. Down at the camp entrance, a lone figure watched, the hockey mask showing nothing as he turned back and disappeared into the trees.
