Helen drunkenly walked down the road towards the Maintenance Shack, not knowing where she was going. An unopened umbrella in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, rain pouring down on her. She had drunk to forget about her current life situation. She fumbled about in the rain, singing to herself "Singin' in the rain."

The burning taste made her forget about everything she hated. She hated a lot of things. She hated her job, she hated the counselors, she hated the fact that her bottle was running low. The latter she hated the most, but now she didn't have to hate anything. All she had to worry about was tripping in the mud, which she didn't worry about at all, so she didn't have anything to worry about at all.

She was just about ready to reach the shack but was stopped by a disturbing sight, a ripped-out jaw. She screamed in horror, turning around to stumble down where she came. Instead, she was met with a burning wall of flesh. She looked up, meeting its eyes. They were filled with literal burning hatred.

Jason was quick, breaking her umbrella handling arm with both hands. He placed one hand on her head and took the umbrella in the other. He moved it back, and with full force, he shoved it into her screaming throat, triggering its opening mechanic. Helen dropped to the ground, desperately trying to remove the object lodged into her throat. It wouldn't budge. Jason started dragging her slowly asphyxiating self to the lodge. He could feel the life slowly draining from her hand. Jason didn't care. He didn't enjoy killing. He killed for his mother. He was a good boy.

Boy's Cabin

8:52 P.M.

The thunder storm had intensified, leaving the power out inside the cabin. "What the hell are we gonna do?" Ethan turned to Kyle. "We're just supposed to sit here until sunrise?"

"You can sleep" Kyle drowsily said, his back turned to Ethan, head already on his pillow.

"We can go hunting for Mean Ol' Jason!" Racoon Kid said from the corner of the room. This caused commotion in the cabin.

"Shut the hell up Jeremy," Ethan spat at him.

"Yeah, Jason will hear us from a mile away with all this noise." Jack, a smaller kid with long hair, reasoned.

"Jason doesn't rely on sound. He relies on fear to capture his prey," William argued.

"Shut your fat ass up!" Kyle screamed at him, sick of this Jason shit. "All of you! It's like you want him to come in here and hang us by our intestines! I'm tired of listening to all of you argue about how he kills people, when he'll get here, what he'll do to us! Everybody shut the fuck up and go to bed!" Everybody stopped talking. "Thank you!"

"It's not that," Jeremy said, his unbandaged eye practically popping out of its socket in fear. He pointed at the window just behind Ethan. William readied his phone's camera, quivering in fear but happy he was right.

"Guys?" Ethan said, his voice wavering because of how scared he was. Standing behind the window was the man himself, Jason Voorhees. His orange glow spilled into the cabin. William's camera flashed, causing Jason to wander off.
"No…way…" William proclaimed. Nobody else said a word, they were petrified.

"You saw that, right?" Paige, the alpha-bitch of the Girl's Cabin, said. Her bitch-tourage nodded.

"You're out of your god damn mind," Violet said, sporting a typical "Scene" haircut, wearing a black hoodie over her camp shirt as a sign of rebellion.

"I saw him! He was big and tall! He had fire coming out of him!" Paige frantically said, ready to book it out of there.

"Maybe it was just your imagination!" Becky spit through her braces.

"Shut the fuck up Becky! You're the one with the imagination! I read your fanfiction about you and Ethan!"

"You literally just saw Jason fucking Voorhees and you're still ripping on people." Violet said, completely done with her bullshit.

"Yeah? Well- "Voorhees busted through the door before she could finish. The girls audibly screamed.

The boys heard the screams. "Go! Go! Go!" Kyle yelled, and out the door they went. "Leave the fat one behind!" The other boys in the cabin next door were already out the door, going the same direction. The girls hadn't left either of their cabins.

They had no idea where they were going. All they needed to do was find the counselors and get the hell out of there. They stampeded like bulls, desperately trying to find the counselor's lodge.