"What? What?!" Maxie exclaimed before pushing him. "Oh-Oh my god, Dillon. Oh my god! Oh..now I know what screamed. Oh my god!"
Matt was on the floor and he was dead. The tent was coated in his blood and there were stab wounds all over his body. The knife? Well , it was nowhere to be found.
"Why are we still standing here?!"
"I have no idea, Dillon! Why are we?!"
"We need to get out of here and try and find the car"
"Okay, see that would make the most sense. But we are in the damn woods! Plus, hello-Lisa is out there with a knife!"
"We don't know that she did this. You can't just assume that she did because you think she's crazy"
"Okay, but she's the only other person out here"
"Hah. Maxie, she's the only one we know of. It doesn't mean someone else isn't here. It could be some fisherman with a hook for all we know"
Maxie blinked as she stared at Dillon. "This isn't a movie, Dillon. It's our lives" she shrieked.
"Just because we live in the real world does not mean that movie rules do not apply. Did you kill anyone and dump the body in a lake, lately?!"
Maxie gasped as she stared at him. "Seriously?!"
"Well you know Maxie..."
"No, Dillon. No."
"It could've happened!"
"Can we please stop talking about your stupid theories about why this is happening and run for our lives already?! I'm wearing heels and some hack is out there with a knife!"
"Who wears heels in the WOODS!"
"Hah, I do! Did you think I was going to like submit to wearing those ugly boots?!"
"Take them off, Maxie. Take them off or we die!"
Maxie hissed at him for a long moment before taking off the heels. She threw them on the ground and then scrunched her face up in disgust. "Dillon! My feet are touching the ground and it's like wet and squishy. Ugh, I am so going to kill you for this!"
He rolled his eyes. "Maxie, if we don't get moving-we're both going to be killed and then whether or not your feet are wet will be irrelevant, " He told her, seriously.
"Fine"
The run through the woods had been treacherous, to say the least. Dillon's side had started to feel as though he'd been stabbed about ten minutes ago and Maxie had fallen two or three times. Dillon could almost make the car out. It wasn't far.
He heard something snap and his head turned in an instant. It could've been an animal. Lord knows the woods were full of them. But something told him that it wasn't. Dillon's eyes scanned the area and he tried to remember what characters in horror films did wrong. Their lives depended on it. He heard a stick break in the distance, a cackle, and then increasing footsteps. They were going to die.