"Look at the guy, he is a vegetable." A voice spoke out from the darkness. Jason couldn't comprehend what was going on. He couldn't see anything, yet he heard voices, alot of them. He felt nothing, like only his brain was working. He couldn't move or speak. He was in agony.

"Did I die? He thought to himself. Am I in hell? Is this what it is going to be like forever? These questions plagued his mind. No, this couldn't be it. I know there is something more to it than that. His mind was racing until a spine tingling scream was released from far off. The scream was heard again, only deeper this time and with more of an edge. It happened once more; only this time it was a deep, terrifying roar.

"What the hell was that?" Sheepishly asked a voice in a trembling tone.

Another voice spoke up announcing, "I will check it out, stay here and watch the vegehead."

Jason didn't know what was going on, his hearing started to falter and he woke up in the shanty he fell asleep in the previous night. It was still dark outside, he could tell this much. He looked over and found Wilson snoozing on the job. He decided to do a quick check and clicked on his flashlight shining it in different spots around the room.

It was a stale, old place with dirt on the floor. It was condemned for good reasons. The old roof was beginning to crack and wires were sticking out certain places in the wall. Jason rubbed his eyes and stood up. Putting his hands on his head he bent backwards, popping certain bones and stretching some muscles. He then rolled up his shirtsleeve and looked at his once dislocated arm. It was bruised and had some partial swelling, but he didn't feel any pain. Then, the flashlight slipped out of his hands and hit the ground shining towards the window. As he went to pick it up he noticed a face of a young woman in the window staring at him. She had brown hair with blonde streaks and green eyes that sparkled in the light of the flashlight. He jumped back startled, but quickly caught himself and just stared at her blankly. She stared back at him just the same then ran off into the night.

Jason dashed to the small opening and squeezed through as quickly as he could. He looked around trying to see if he could find her. He saw nothing. The temperature had dropped and it was a bit chilly. Jason could see his breath. Whoever the girl was, Jason hoped she would at least find somewhere to hide out through the rest of the night. He made one check around the building to see if she was hiding and then went back to the window to crawl back inside. As he reached it and began to climb in he heard a loud noise from behind. He quickly turned around with his 9mm drawn from its holster.

"Whoever is out there, he ordered, better be ready to get shot if you don't show yourself. Silence. Jason slowly treaded towards the direction of the noise. He was feeling ok until his flashlight started to dim. He looked at it and banged it against his leg, which didn't help. Don't do this to me, he pleaded to it annoyingly. Finally, it got brighter and suddenly blacked out leaving only total immense darkness. Shit. He strongly growled. He returned the flashlight to its pocket and proceeded to investigate.

The noise came from behind an old brown and white van across the street that strangely was not parked there when Jason and his teammates first entered the shanty. He peered towards it with intense eyes. The passenger side was facing him and he hoped what was on the other side was just a cat or something, but in his mind and in his gut he knew that was not the case. He stared at the van for two minutes, seeing no activity, he slowly crept towards it. When he was about five feet away, he began to sidestep around the back, so as not to get ambushed. "Relax Jay, it's goin to be ok. It's probably just a cat. He thought to himself. Please let it be a cat." Jason quickened his sidestep and stopped. He reached a point where the front of the van was facing him and whole right side was visible. He saw absolutely nothing and wondered if there was actually any noise at all, it could of just been his imagination.

He lowered his pistol, sighed heavily and leaned on the van. He began to put the pistol back in its holster when he noticed the window of the driver's side fogged up as if something was breathing on it. Suddenly, without warning, a huge black claw ripped through the van from the inside, shredding the metal like it was paper. It nearly cut Jason, but he was able to move out just in time. The van rocked heavily back and forth, the thing in side was frantically trying to get out. Jason raised his pistol and fired continuously into the side of the van until he had no more ammo in the clip. His heart raced rapidly as he saw the rocking of the van subside. He was breathing hard and he felt as though his heart was going to burst from beating so fast. He grabbed another clip from his belt and popped it in his 9mm.

He slowly strayed along to the back of the van to where the back doors were. With his left hand he grabbed the left handle, it was cold to the touch but not unbearable. Slowly, with great hesitation, Jason turned it. His heart was beating much faster now, and Jason could feel the pumps of blood flowing through his body, as he threw the door open half expecting the creature to jump out on him. That did not happen though. He saw a great mass on the floor of the van. It was lying there motionless. Whatever it was, it was huge, and it was almost as long as the van. Jason stared at the creature closely as he used his left hand to poke it. Nothing happened. Jason waited and finally decided it was dead. He kept his eyes on the beast as he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead.

"Jason!" He heard Wilson shout from across the street.

Jason looked over and saw Wilson with his pistol raised standing outside the window of the shanty. Lazlow and Henderson were both standing behind him with their pistols raised too. Wilson then jogged over to Jason to see what was going on.

"What the hell happened?" Wilson asked in astonishment as he looked over the van and the monster inside.

"That thing lying on the floor in there nearly killed me trying to get out. I shot a whole clip into it before it stopped. I think it's dead now."

"A whole clip? Asked Wilson. I would have to agree on that it's dead." Wilson then raised his flashlight and clicked it on. It shone brightly on the creature's face. Ugly son-of-a-bitch ain't he?"

"I wouldn't know. Jason replied with his back turned towards Wilson and the van. I was too busy killing it to see its face."

Wilson chuckled, as he got closer to inspect the creature's face.

"What's so funny?" Jason asked curiously.

"You see Jay, Wilson answered, the creature's uuuuuuuuuhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Jason spun around quickly only to see to his horror Wilson being raised off his feet by the creature. It was eight feet tall with long sharp teeth and it looked like all its muscles were on the outside. It had a long spiked tongue that was now sticking through the middle of Wilson's chest. Jason was frozen in intimidation of the beast. Wilson spit up some blood as he cried out in agony.

"God Jason, help meahhhhhhh!" He cried, as the creature punched through his chest with its long black claws and literally pushed him apart into two pieces. One half was still impaled on its claw.

"Wilson!" Lazlow shouted as he began to rapidly fire bullets into the creature's side.

The creature was stunned by the sudden onslaught of bullets and turned its head so it could see its attacker. It scowled at Lazlow and threw the remaining half of Wilson on him. Jason then broke out of his frozen state and began firing upon its chest. The beast just stood there and let the bullets come. He then backhanded Jason in the face with ease and leapt upon Lazlow as he was pushing Wilson's mutilated half away.

Stunned and going in and out of consciousness, Jason tried to stand, he had hurt his leg and that prevented him from moving. His jaw was cracked and his vision wasn't too great either. He could hear screams coming from Lazlow and he tried to search for his pistol. He crawled around on the ground having no luck in searching for it. He then tried to crawl off the curb and over to the other side of the street where Lazlow was being relentlessly stabbed by the creature's claws. It punctured Lazlow's neck with its claw and raised his blood-covered body effortlessly off the ground. It then threw him into a lamppost, thus breaking his back instantly.

With Lazlow out of the way Jason watched in horror as the creature dove into the shanty. He heard several gunshots, then a scream, then silence. Jason then began to flow out of consciousness as his eyes turned toward the blood laden gravel. The night was over. He was alone.