"camp green, thats where those-" he began before being interupted by a noise behind him. "what the hell." turning around he saw the large man standing in front of a hole in the wall. "shit." duncan said darting for the door with the killer quick on his trail. after several minutes of running down the trail duncan quickly turned around and stabbed his pursuer in the stomach with his knife. after duncan did this he felt like maybe he had ended it until. "agh! god dammit!" he screamed as the machette ran through his shoulder. "i cannot die." the man growled from behind his hockey mask before throwing duncan to the ground five feet away. duncan grunted in pain as he made contact with the ground causing blood to spurt out of the wound for a split second. the man began to walk toward him readying himself to behead his prey before a far off voice was heard. "hello anyone there i need help! i lost my, ooh a bunny!" the voice shouted 'lindsay' duncan thought as the killer walked off into the direction of the voice. after he was gone duncan got up and began limping back to the motor home. once he reached the trailer he wasnt able to stand anymore due to blood loss and collapsed to the ground his head smacking against the door.

~later~

duncans eyes bolted open bright light pooring in. "where am i?" he asked looking around the mobile home to see it empty blood stains coating the walls. "what the fuck?" he said walking to the door. slowly opening the door he noticed something was disturbingly wrong for on the other side of the door was a long hall lined with the bloody decaying corpses of everyone who wasnt in his group. as he began walking down the hallway he began hearing ghostly whispers echo off the walls. "shit fire private. oh my god! im not gonna make! no kirk! get me a medic! what is i- agh! oh my god he killed him! your dating this trash! run you american dog run! wait you plan on going alone? i cannot die! lets hope you turn out more fun than he was my friend! its time to play! hahahahahahahaha! the maniacle laughter echoed all through the hall incouraging duncan to walk faster. in the darkness in the distance duncan could make out the frame of someone staggering toward him. once it got closer he saw tyler walking to him almost completly split in half verticly "why duncan why. you could have saved me!" he shouted before dissapearing into darkness. as he continued walking down the hall it continued to happen with all of his friend until he reacked the end and saw a large metallic door. stepping in front of it the door slowly opened reviling the wawanakwa dock only the sign was replaced with the camp green sign. "what the hell?" "d-duncan." a voice was heard from the end of the dock. ducna looked in the direction of the voice to see gwen lying in a puddle of her own blood. "GWEN!" he shouted running to her.

"d-duncan why? why d-didnt you s-save me? you killed me? w-why did you k-kill me?" she said as she began sinking into the puddle of blood. "no gwen no! GWEN!GWEN!" he shouted trying to pull her out of the blood but to no avail. once she dissapeared, he stayed there on his hands and knees, eyes tightly shut, crying.

when he finnaly looked up he saw a small room with blood splattered on the walls. on the left side of the door lyed a decaying body. "back again my friend. lets have more fun. this is fun, i want more fun, its funtime!" a man walked up to him with a machete in his hand. looking at the man he saw a green fauxhawk and a skull t-shirt "what the fuck!" he screamed turning toward the body as it began to stand up to reveal it to be geoff. suddenly the door swung open and all of his friends, cast mates and fellow soldiers, both living and diseaced walked into the room with some form of bladed or blunt weapon in their hands, but the one that stood out the most was gwen who walked up right in front of him coated in blood, his millitary bowie knife in her small hands.

"i loved you, you know. and you let me die its you fault im dead sweatie." she said strattling his waist. "you killed me. im dead because of you. you cant save anyone, not even yourself. YOU KILLED ME! AND NOW ITS YOUR TURN! but first we're going to have some fun." she said kissing him gently on the lips before getting up to let the others get to him. "no gwen please no! im sorry!" suddenly everyone stopped and looked at him. "i could have saved you, all of you. but i wasnt there to." he said, teers of blood flowing down his face. he looked up into the crowd to see smile plastered onto their faces before they disapeared (sc?) in to puddles of blood on the floor.

for several minutes duncan felt safe, at peice even until he heard it. "NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" a loud gruff voice shouted from behind him before plunging the large blade into his back. "agh!" duncan first felt pain beyand beleife. pain that would make the devil himself cry out in agony. then came the light and voices of pain and suffering, then everything went black and nothing was heard, no screams of agony no sound of angels just scilence, and darkness.

so whatd you think. if i wanted to i could probobly finish the story right here but i have an idea to keep it going tell me if you think i should continue the story or have this as the ending.