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Chapter 9: Pages 4 and 5

CR made a mistake.

With his undependable flashlight that was almost out of battery, the man failed to turn around and return to the main path; instead, he decided to cut through an area with many trees. This area was pitch black and filled with thick, tall trees, giant bushes and many other forms of vegetation. The scenery was quite disorientating, and for one brief moment, CR was unaware of his surroundings and questioned why on earth he was playing this game in the first place?

After ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, CR finally reached a wider path. He looked to his right, and noticed that stupid tunnel in the distance. He shook his head; he refused to go back into that hell hole. Besides, something inside told him that a page wasn't there anyways, so there was really no sense in trying again. CR then turned his head to the left and observed a barren environment with two mediocre-sized structures. On one side was a one story building. On the other side were at least ten gasoline tanks. He sat there, wondering which area was worthy to be checked out first.

Ideally, the gasoline tanks would be his best bet as he was still outdoors, which would increase his chances at finding a page. Pertaining to the building, he was unsure of its layout, thus the piece of paper would be nearly impossible to find without having a panic attack. Then again, the more CR thought about it, the building would be the more logical choice for there could also be supplies that could potentially help him and his friend survive. There could be another weapon. There could be another flashlight.

There was only one way to find out.

CR turned off his flashlight as he approached the building. He eventually determined that it was a restroom like the ones you see at the beach.

The man cautiously peered into one of the building's openings. It was very dark inside. He then entered what was most likely the men's side of the washroom. As CR examined this particular area, he determined that the building's exterior was simple in design, but the architecture of its interior was complex. There were too many rooms, and not all of them bore toilets and sinks. CR took a deep breath. He said to himself, "Okay, this shouldn't be too hard. Don't over think this. Just hurry up, and find the page without question, and then get out as fast as you can."

CR hated the thought that he was stuck in an enclosed space while getting chased by a monster that could easily kill him. CR wasn't normally claustrophobic, but unfortunately, the circumstances that he was in gave the man a few difficulties. With his flashlight now illuminating the way, CR vigilantly moved from room to room, searching for the infamous white piece of paper. There were three rooms in this structure, but no pages were in plain sight. CR stopped for a moment before turning around. He was listening for static, ringing, or any other warnings that would indicate to CR that Slenderman was near, but for now, nothing could be heard. CR quickly turned around, and exited the restroom. As he hurried to the other side of the building, a decent thought came to mind. Maybe the page was on the exterior of the building rather than the interior. So, CR decided to look through every nook and cranny of the building's exterior, before finally coming across the women's side of the restroom. Without hesitation, CR entered and was greeted with the exact same design and layout; in a way, it boggled his mind. The man swore that he was here before until he looked inside one of the rooms and noticed that there wasn't a urinal, only a toilet.

"Alright," CR exhaled, "I'm not going nuts."

Just like the men's side, CR entered every room, but was having no luck at finding the page. He was almost on the verge of an expected panic attack, but his emotions ceased once he discovered a page that had text written in big, bold letters, 'Can't Run.'

CR scoffed. "Yeah, I ran, and look where it got me. I'm practically a zombie." CR violently ripped the page from the washroom wall, and bid adieu to the current room he was in. When CR was outside, the man instantly smacked his hand against his forehead. He grunted, "Oh you stupid man! I forgot to look for supplies!" Now CR desperately wanted to go back in to see if he could find something useful, but he told himself that it was too late.

It was too bad that CR was too keen on getting out of the restroom. He didn't miss out on any survival supplies, but he missed out on a couple of batteries that lay in the corner of a room that after ten years had some juice still left in them.

CR made his way towards the tankers that contained flammable liquids; it was gasoline most likely. He scanned each tank from end to end with light that could barely engulf darkness. He also smelt something terrible. The gasoline inside their tanks was probably old and if handled the wrong way it could potentially explode and start a massive fire, not to mention also kill him in the process.

Then, CR spotted a white piece of parchment taped onto the last tanker in the area. As he drew closer towards the said object, the static and ringing in his ears started again. CR determined that if he heard these noises faintly, Slenderman was far from his presence, but if the noises were loud, he was definitely within reach. Although uncomfortable, CR continued his mission, and refrained from looking back. Static started to cloud his vision. He tried to blink the symptoms away, but it only got worse. The noises were louder now. He had no choice but to get out of there.

CR heard a shuffle; this grabbed his undivided attention. He gawked to his right, and in between two tankers, Slenderman was there, less than ten feet in front of him. The entity was unmoving.

CR said, startled, "Shit!"

Before the tentacles on Slenderman's back had time to grab the human's body, CR was already bolting for the page, which bore the drawings of a tree and the words, 'leave me alone.'

CR grasped the page, and without thinking, sprinted back into the dense forest only to get lost again. The man shut off his flashlight. He was in trouble. His flashlight was almost a useless object, and he was desperate for a weapon that would at least give him a chance to fight back.

Chapter 10 is next...