Author's Note: Sorry for the extremely long delay on this story but I've been busy with my other projects and what with Christmas and New Year's, so you know where I'm going with this! Hope you like this chapter, I'm quite proud of it if I do say so myself and the next one should be up shortly. Like before, if I get enough hits for this story, I shall begin writing up my version of Part 3, one of my favourites in the long-running series! C ya all later!

Chapter Thirteen

The rain had made the ground muddy and slippery, making it hard for Ginny to run fast up the hill, but once she'd reached her car, she opened the driver's side door, climbed in and locked all the doors once she was safely inside.

"Keys! Keys! Oh god please!" Ginny cried, fumbling into her pockets and finding that they weren't in there. "Shit! Goddamn it!" She banged her palms hard on the steering wheel and looked up, suddenly remembering that she'd tucked them inside the sun-visor above. Pulling it down her car keys fell right onto her lap and she cried out a exultant "Yes!" before shoving it into the ignition and turning it.

Unfortunately, the car spluttered for a few moments, stalled and then died. Ginny's mouth was agape. What the hell? She turned the key again, but it produced the same results. The car spluttered, stalled and then died again.

"No, goddamn it, NO!" Ginny cried, doing it again but this time nothing happened when she turned the key. She exclaimed loudly, banging on the steering wheel a few times before her eyes focused on something in the distance. Something emerging from the darkness, the shadows surrounding the lodge, the cabins, the trees.

Then she saw it. White bobbing up and down in mid-air, and her eyes instantly widened as she realized what it was. It was HIM. The white pillowcase that he wore over his head to conceal his identity. He was walking in her direction, axe tightly gripping in his large hands. Forgetting about her "dead" car Ginny slipped into the space underneath the steering wheel and held her hands over her mouth, silencing her breaths so as not to give away her position, if she hadn't already.

She could hear his footsteps pounding against the pebbled road, getting louder and louder as they got closer to her car, Ginny holding her breath once he'd stopped right outside the driver's side door. The only way she could tell that he was still out there was the sound of his haggard breathing as he searched around for her. Then there was complete and utter silence. She could hear nothing, just the gentle breeze of the wind caressing the exterior of her car. For a split second she thought he'd left, that she was successful in eluding him. That thought quickly passed as the sound of smashing glass resonated loudly in the quietness, seeing the bevelled blade of the axe had smashed the car window.

Ginny let out a high-pitched scream as she saw his hand reach in through the smashed window, intent in unlocking the door from the inside. With nothing to help her fend him off, Ginny did the next best thing she could think of; she leant forward and sunk her teeth into the hand he was using to try and unlock the door. She heard his muffled cry behind the pillowcase and once she'd let go, he pulled his hand back through, shaking it as though it'll ease the sharp pain a little.

Seeing as he was close to the door, Ginny immediately unlocked and open it abruptly, hitting her attacker square in the mid-section, causing him to fall onto his back, giving Ginny a short window for her to escape. Wasting no time she slid out through the driver's seat and scurried away from the car, the killer, in the direction of Ted and Mark's cabin, located beyond where the pebbled road stopped. If she could get to Ted, somehow get him on his feet and perhaps a little "alert" , then they could get to Paul's office on the other side of the camp and call for help.

Problem was, how was she going to get there alongside an intoxicated Ted who could barely walk, let alone see where he was going?

Having reached Ted's cabin within a few minutes, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed, Ginny pushed herself through the door and near enough fell right flat on her face. Having someone chasing you who was hellbent on taking your life would do that to you! Locking it behind her, Ginny took one last look through the netted curtain before turning and heading into the bedroom where they'd left Ted earlier.

Like before, Ted hadn't budged an inch but thankfully Ginny could hear him breathing, well snoring more like, as she stood by the side of the bed and leaned in, "Ted? Ted, wake up." She replied in a soft voice, not wanting to give away her position, but it seemed pretty obvious to her that he knew where she'd be. She just had that gut feeling that all women seemed to possess. Not having the time to listen to him moan, mumble, or tell her "Just another 5 minutes", Ginny rushed into the bathroom, grabbed the plastic cup on the sink that held the boys' toothbrushes and filled it to the brim in cold, well, ice-cold water. When it was full she went back into the bedroom, made sure that she was facing Ted and threw the water over his face.

The scene that transpired afterwards would've definitely won the award for "Best Comedic Act", if ever there was one. Ted's voice erupted into an array of high-pitch squealing and mouthing off every insult from the "swearing" dictionary. While he was still mouthing, Ginny could tell that even though he was still drunk, he was also a little sober.

That's good enough for me, she thought as she pulled him up so he was sitting, placing a finger over his lips in an attempt to quiet him. It worked to a certain extent, "Listen Ted, I know you're a little out of it and are probably having a hard time concentrating on what I'm saying but please, listen...someone is trying to kill me. He's already killed Sandra and I think he's killed Paul too."

With his brain feeling like the froth on top of a pint of lager, Ted tried to fathom what Ginny was trying to tell him, "Wait, wait, wait...you're saying that someone's trying to kill you? And that he's already killed Sandra and Paul? What about the others? Chantelle? Jeff? Vicki?" He asked, placing a hand on his head as though it would stop the repetitious thumping. No such luck.

Ginny shook her head frantically, "I don't know. I haven't seen any of them. Could they be...?"

Ted didn't notice it a few seconds ago, what with the pounding headache and the aching feeling to vomit right there and then, but there was a slight slash of red across Ginny's top, vertically, and he knew right there that it didn't belong to her.

"Ginny, is that...bl...blood on you?" He stuttered, pointing to the spot on Ginny's top where the red slash had been tinted.

Ginny looked down on herself, noticing the slash and instantly nodding her head, "Yes. Must've come off of Sandra when I found her. Look Ted, we've got no time and we need to get to Paul's office so we can call for help." She ordered, grabbing Ted by the hand and pulling him out of the bed. He may not like it but it was intended if she, and he for that matter, wanted to get out of there alive.

She hooked his arm around her neck and helped him move along into the small hallway, en route back to the only door that led into the cabin. She turned her head to face him, "You okay? If you feel the need to be sick, then do it. We got no time to waste getting you to a nearby toilet. Alright?"

Ted nodded, whispering the words, "Yeah, I'm fine," as he allowed her to lead him to the door, only stopping when she pulled the netted curtain across to make sure that the coast was still clear.

Ginny gripped the brass doorknob, its icy exterior conflicting with her warm palm, turning it ever so slowly and trying to be as quiet as she can so she wouldn't attract any attention. Specifically his attention, anyway. Pulling the door back, Ginny gradually poked her head out, sighing mentally when she saw no-one in sight before nudging Ted to move along.

He grunted, his stomach growling as though on a disagreement of whether it wanted to be sick or needed nourishment. Ginny ignored it. If she wanted them to get to Paul's office without being hacked to death, they couldn't make any stops. If Ted was going to be sick, he'd have to do it whilst they were moving. Unfortunately, she didn't have to think about that for too long because no sooner did they step out onto the small, wooded porch, they were suddenly jumped by the hulking killer from above! The fucker had been waiting on the roof for them to leave! How he'd gotten up there and without making any sound whatsoever, Ginny didn't know. Yet he was, knocking them onto their fronts and wielding the same axe that he'd tried to hack her with back at her car.

Having no time to even react, let alone help poor Ted, the killer raised the axe over his head and slammed it right back down, the blade now embedded deep in Ted's back. Ted replied with a scream before his gurgling on his blood that had shot up from the sudden assault silenced him.

Ginny screamed out, crawling crab-like backward until her back hit the porch bannister. Knowing full well that she needed to get out of there, like now, she couldn't find the strength to pull her eyes away as the killer heaved Ted back up by the handle of the axe so he was on his knees. Ripping the tool from his back, the sound of bone cracking and blood splatting the porch caused Ginny to wince in disgust as she leisurely climbed to her feet, her eyes still fixated on Ted and the killer.

Then, as swiftly as he lifted the axe again, the hulk sliced it through the air vertically with all his unnatural strength, successful in cleaving Ted's head in two, blood spraying in all directions. It splashed across Ginny's blue jeans in dark crimson as well as dotting her boots and her white top in the macabre colour.

Now having the will to move, she didn't look back as she literally leaped over the porch bannister, landing on all fours before pushing herself back onto her feet, running with every ounce of strength in the direction of Paul's office. Back on the pebbled road, she followed it up past her "dead" car, past her cabin and onto the stretch of road that forked in the other direction; towards the office, the girls' cabins and the forest path.

Being the only one left alive, she had the obvious obligation to get to the phone and call for help before she ended up like her poor, unfortunate friends...