Sandra found herself and Lily alone in the morning, Jason nowhere to be seen, but wasn't worried. Getting out of bed, she pulled on her clothes and set her dirty set in the box she'd found in the cabins, but she knew she needed to wash her clothes at some point. Walking outside, she gathered a few berries and herbs she knew weren't poisonous, and walked over to the fire pit. Using an old lighter, she began putting some of the game they'd caught a few days ago into some broth she'd bought at the store. Her major worry, though, was that she was running low on cash. "Maybe I'll have to convince Jason to let me get a job…" she thought, then realized that probably wasn't a good idea as she was most likely assumed to be dead by now. Getting up, she realized she wasn't alone, and turned to see a man there. But her blood ran cold when she realized it was a cop, not Jason, "Um, can I help you?"
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here?"
"I live here."
"No, that's not possible, I don't think the Crystal Lake Killer would let someone live in his territory."
"Look, I've never had an encounter with him, whoever you're talking about."
"Stop lying little girl." He pulled out a badge, and she froze when she realized he was from the NYPD, "Your parents don't appreciate that you kidnapped your little sister."
Her fear immediately turned to anger, "Get out."
He pulled out cuffs, "Sorry girlie, not happening, turn around. You have the right to-"
She didn't even blink as she took a rock and slammed it into the side of his face, hearing the crack of his jaw shattering, "You aren't taking Lily, and if you do, it'll be over my dead body."
He stood up, "You just made a big mistake Sweetheart."
"Don't call me that you overgrown bastard." Sandra felt like a cornered animal, and realized just how Jason must have felt before he drowned, "I won't hesitate to hit you again."
The cop reached for his holster, and she quickly grabbed one of the flaming twigs from the fire and swung, catching his sleeve and lighting it on fire. As he tried to put it out, she ran inside and grabbed one of the large cast iron skillets she'd used to catch the drippings while she was roasting the rabbit. When she stepped out, she saw that the man was on his knees catching his breath, "You have no idea what kind of trouble you're in kid, I'll get more men out here."
She was ready to boil over, and closed her eyes, "Lord, forgive me for what I am about to do…" Then, with all her strength, she brought the skillet down toward him, and knocked him to the ground before beating his head to a pulp. After she was done, she looked at the result, his head was nothing but mush, the brains and blood mixed with crushed bones. "Oh, God, I really just-" Her stomach turned and she rushed to the outhouse before she threw-up into the toilet, she had just killed a man. But once she had cleaned herself up, she realized there was no guilt, she'd done this to protect Lily. Getting up, she went over to the body and wondered what to do with it, then felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Need help?"
"If you don't mind, and if I can ask, do you mind showing me a few tricks? I don't think everyone can be beaten by a cast-iron skillet."
He picked up the body, and began signing with one hand as they walked, "Sure, I'll show you where my collection of weapons is. I've collected them off corpses over the years."
She nodded, but wondered one thing, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How are you not dead?"
His shoulders tensed, then relaxed when he pulled up a large wooden door, dropping the body inside, "I'm not really alive either."
"What?"
"I'm, undead…"
