The teenager
Trips and falls.
Soon she will be dead.
Someone is following
Her…
But who is it?
Ah, it is the ruler
Of this forest,
The King of Zombies,
Jason Voorhees.
With him, much smaller
Than he, another figure struggles
To keep up with the
Massive zombie.
But there is another
Creature
That is following the pair…
What is it?
It appears to be a wolf,
But I thought
None were around
Here anymore…
Maybe they were wrong…
The smell of fear
Excites my bloodlust.
I growl and follow
After the lone wolf.
Somehow the wolf senses
Me, turns around, and charges toward me.
I jump high into a tree
And land on a branch,
Unconsciously shifting
Over to an alien form.
(Who are you?)
No response.
I look down.
The wolf is gone,
Replaced by something
Much stranger—
Something that looks
Like a living mechanical alien…
And it is climbing
The tree I'm in!
I leap down,
Head first,
Tackling the creature.
(Who are you?),
I repeat.
"None of your
Business," the thing
Responds.
(Then stop following me!)
I let it go
And run away,
Following the zombie,
Knowing there would
Be death at the end
Of the trail.