Kay kept running even though she heard Charity's screams and pleas for help. Miguel promised himself he would save Kay first above anyone else, and he was sticking to it. He flinched every time he heard Charity's cries. Jessica stayed at their heels the whole time, she was determined not to die in the black woods outside of Harmony and not at her young age of sixteen.
The three of them ran for several miles before they finally stopped to rest, "We lost them," Miguel said sitting down on a downed tree trunk, fighting to catch his breath. Kay was too tired to go any further, so the teens decided to try and make camp, one person awake at all times.
"I'll take the first shift, Jess, Kay you two need to get some rest," Miguel said, Kay resting in his arms.
"Are you sure, Miguel?" Jessica asked starting to stand up, until Miguel put his hand out and shook his head.
Kay fell asleep, laying in Miguel's arms. Miguel looked down at his best friend, 'God, Kay, what would I do if anything happened to you?' he thought, leaning down kissing her forehead.
The next morning Kay awoke laying on the hard ground, covered with a small leaf-woven blanket. She sat up and looked around, "Miguel, Jes?" she asked in a hoarse, dry voice to the empty wood, "Where is everyybody?" she asked herself standing up. Kay heard the snap of a twig and turned around expecting Miguel or Jessica, "Oh, ther--"
She stopped as she realized who it was. She tried to scream, but her throat was dry and wouldn't let her. The killer flashed their knife. Kay tried to move but her legs ached with tiredness and were too heavy to move. The knife slid across Kay's shoulder before she realized what was happening, Kay began to run in the opposite direction of the killer. This was the first time Kay had seen the killer and was surprised what it looked like, the killer was dressed in a black sweater and black jeans, it had black boots and a mask.
The mask. Kay had never seen anything like it. It was a plain white mask, spray painted camouflage colors. Kay brought her mind back to the present, she was running from a dangerous, serial killer who had killed one of her best friends and her cousin, and Kay would be damned if the same thing would happen to her.
"Miguel, I think this is enough wood," Jessica said holding a pile of wood, "we better get back to camp before Kay wakes up." Miguel nodded and the two headed back in the way they had come. They makred their trail with paint, every few trees there was an orange 'X' on a tree, so they wouldn't get lost. When they made it back to the camp, they saw small drops of deep red blood, stained on the leaf blanket, and what looked like what had been a struggle.