"Those campers are so dumb!"

Chris and Chef Hatchet laughed and laughed at the folly of their gullible contestants. "They really seriously believed us! Look at DJ. He's dying out there!"

Chris wiped the tears from his eyes, sighed, and said, "They're going to have one hell of a time figuring this one out."

"How so? Also, what the hey are you talking about?"

"I'm going to tell them something else just to add to the craziness!" Chris started laughing again. "This is so perfect. The campers are such idiots!"

…

In his dream, he saw the woman he once loved. He saw her beautiful hair, lovely figure, bright eyes the colour of daylight… And he saw him. The man who took everything from him. The man who took her from him. The man… Chris McLean. That promiscuous bastard. He probably can't even remember her name. Every threat, every attack, every kill… all for Janine. He had loved Janine so, and when his heart was broken, so was his mind. Every time he wanted to destroy something, or especially someone, he imagined Chris.

And Chris was here, on this island. This will be so easy! He laughed at the thought. Chris always sought a challenge, but he had no right. He won't be one himself.

…

DJ was still restless. He feared for his life, Duncan's life, Bridgette's life, everyone's lives… but especially Geoff. He wasn't sure if he would be able to live without Geoff. He continued to cry to himself constantly. He'd never been this scared in his life.

An announcement came over the camp as DJ was crying, though. He quieted himself so he could hear.

"Attention campers! The PSYCHO KILLER that you've all heard so much about…"

"Is fake?" Gwen said, and was quickly shushed by multiple people.

"…has been sighted on the east side of the woods. Or was it the west side?... Or maybe it was the beach. Or the mess hall. But anyway, you might want to avoid those areas."

Zeke groaned. "We're not allowed in the mess hall? Oh, come on! How are we supposed to eat, eh?"

DJ perked up and said, "I'll cook for you! And protect you too! I'll never leave anyone unattended!"

"That's kind of a lot of people, isn't it? What if you lose track of one?" Harold asked.

DJ quickly became frightened again.

"So, uh… Justin. I guess we're kind of confined to our cabin, eh?" Owen said.

"Yes…" Justin replied.

"So we'll probably have to, uh, keep ourselves busy… or warm… or… something…" Owen trailed off.

Justin looked only mildly alarmed. Trent, on the other hand, after hearing this was thoroughly grossed out.

"It's so scary!" Katie squealed.

"I know!" Sadie chirped.

Then they both shrieked in unison, holding each other.

"Guys! If you really want to stay alive, you will BE QUIET!" Eva yelled at them, angry.

Afterwards, Courtney coughed, and said cough sounded strangely like the word "hypocrite".

Gwen was seriously considering leaving her cabin.

"What are you doing?" Lindsay asked, horrified.

"That killer. Is not. Real," Gwen said. "I'm ditching this place. There's no reason for me to stay in here the whole time."

"But, what if he IS real? Then where would you be?" Lindsay persevered.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm not going far. I'm just going to go to the boys' cabin. Maybe I'll even stay in there. Alright?"

Lindsay's eyes were so wide, it was clear: she was NOT all right. But Gwen just rolled her eyes, knowing that she wasn't in any real danger.

So she left the cabin. She made a beeline to the boys' cabin: even though there was clearly no danger of being killed, it was just eerie how silent it was out there. Everything was perfectly still. Walking as fast as she could, she made her way to the boys' cabin. Trent was there. They could keep themselves busy. Of course, she might have to deal with Cody, but with any luck, he'll be quiet…

She knocked on the door…

"Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god nobody answer that nobody let him in it's the killer," Trent whispered. Another knock came to the door, and he continued to quiet his teammates.

"Trent? Trent, it's me, Gwen. Open up," she said.

Trent, still cowering, was unable, so Cody did the honours. "Hey Gwen. Come on in."

"Thanks," Gwen said flatly, and immediately headed over to Trent.

"I'm really worried about Gwen," Lindsay said.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Heather asked. "Gwen doesn't matter. If it were one of us, I would understand. But Gwen? She's just getting what she deserves."

"You take that back!" LeShawna yelled, rolling up her sleeves and preparing to slug Heather.

"I merely speak the truth," Heather responded. "She's being so dumb."

LeShawna didn't listen to what Heather said. She was so mad that she wanted to throw Heather out there herself. But she restrained herself; she knew, deep down, that she didn't really want anyone to die.