TYLER'S POV:

I saw Beth lift the gun to the head of Garrison. I kept my eye on Harley, who seemed to be keeping his eyes on me. This is when I realized that Harley doesn't know Beth is with me. So I quickly thought of a plan.

Beth could shoot Garrison, and I would lead Pete and Harley away. Garrison would be either dead or wounded so he couldn't chase us. I began to explain to Beth the plan, and she nodded in agreement. With shaky hands, she raised the gun.

And fired.

Garrison fell to the ground withering in pain while clutching his arm. Pete and Harley immediately sat up and drew guns.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO SHOT HIM?! COME OUT YOU PUSSIES!" Pete yelled, his eyes bulging. Harley sheepishly looked around while Pete screamed his heart out. I looked at Beth, who was shivering in fear. I gave a nod, but not before a large amount of weight fell onto me.

I looked into the bloodshot and cold eyes of Pete as he grinned. He reached his hands up which gave me the opportunity to drive my knee into his crotch, which caused him to roll away and shriek in surprise.

"Beth! Run!" I yelled. On instinct, she ran back to the group and shack. I was left alone with Pete, who was spluttering curses while clutching his grapefruits. I took the opportunity to scramble to my feet and run in the opposite direction. Not even a minute later, and heard the familiar sound of a man running on leaves.

"YOU..." Pete said gasping. "YOU FUCKIN PUSSY..."

At this point, Pete wasn't far behind and I was starting to lose my breath. Then again, I had a head start and Pete is still trying to recover. Only the way I go can decide my fate.

MATT'S POV:

Kaitlyn guided me to the kitchen and set herself down on a wooden chair. Her strawberry blonde hair wavered down her back as she stared at me with a stern gaze. I hesitated, but sat down, leading to a slight nod from her. She took a clipboard out and started to write something down. She looked up.

"How would you rate your speed?"

I raised a brow at this, but answered honestly.

"Nine, I did track back in high school."

Kaitlyn nodded and scribbled something down. A few more questions later, and I was done.

Or so I thought.

"How did you lose your arm?"

Oh boy...I remember that night, the hacksaw gleaming before it came down, the ripping of flesh, the woozy feeling, the dream, the pain...

The man who removed it...

"I was bit and it was removed, why do you ask?"

Kaitlyn slid a black object to me across the floor. Upon seeing it, I saw it was a audio recording. I picked it up and played it.

"Message #7: If this is Matt, I'm letting you know I'm heading to Michigan because of a place I've heard of. Can't remember what it's called, but I know it's in Michigan. I repeat this again, I am heading to Michigan, meet me there.

The audio tape shut off and I looked at Kaitlyn with confusion.

"It's a bit crappy, but I can tell it was left, maybe it was for you?"

I heard a loud bang as I heard a door slam open. Kaitlyn and I ran to the door where Beth was standing exhausted.

"Tyler...needs...help..."

TYLER'S POV:

I shuffled through the forest while looking back every few seconds to check if Pete was still following, every moment I thought I was safe, Pete's loud voice and vulgar words proved me wrong. I knew I couldn't run much longer, so I had to either take my chances running, or hide.

I later spotted a tree that looked wide enough to hide behind, and on my left, was a small shed, which could have weapons.

"IM..STILL COMING...YOU LIL SHIT!"

Gotta hide now.

[KEEP RUNNING]

[HIDE BEHIND TREE]

[HIDE IN SHED]