Its been a long while, I know. But I didn't want to give up on this story, things just got in the way. More chapters to come. Next one will be longer! Please review!/Comment!

Gwen was running for her life, screaming at the top of her lungs like some big breasted bimbo from a horror movie; all too real for her now. She tried not to look back in case she tripped and fell like one of those bimbos who couldn't see two feet in front of them but she still managed to scrape up her pant legs and have them ripped to shreads like paper by the sharp thorns and branches.

"Son of a bitch!" she yelled as the thorns dug into her skin; she heard running that was getting close to her so she decided to pick up the pace. It didn't take long for her pants to get so mangled that they were caught by the branches, she slipped out of them and kept running only to have her shirt ripped at by higher branches with thorns. It was starting to get ridiculous, it was like the forest was trying to rape her. She ripped out of her shirt and ran, her boobs bouncing the rest of the way with no bra to support them; Gwen really wished she brought a sport bra with her.

"I've got to find a phone!" she thought to herself as she tried to find a thick enough tree to hide behind, "How long would it take the cops to get here? Poor Layla, why did I leave her? Or Kimberly? Or Will? Ricky even?" Gwen whimpered in the cold dampness, she found a spot to rest, it was quiet, the killer might have given up and ran back to the cabin. She crouched down behind a mighty oak and attempted to keep herself warm. She heard a loud cracking noise no more than a few inches next to her and someone's cold slender hand on her exposed arm.

A hand covered her mouth just when she was about to scream, "It's me" said a familiar voice; Layla! She didn't look that bad after a car wreck, just a little scuffed up, her clothes were a bit dirty and hair a mess, "Will's in pretty bad shape, I found a place to hide, how about you come with me."

Gwen found herself eager for something else, she felt safe around Layla, enough that she wanted her to take her right then and there. Layla didn't have the same idea, "Gwen? No, we have no time for this." But Gwen insisted and took the shreeded remains of her shirt off and unhooked her bra, Layla was baffled but not as much as when her hands were quickly grabbed and placed on Gwen's bare breasts.

"Please! This might be our only chance!" Gwen practically yelled.

"Ok, ok" Layla said, brushing a hand across the pretty girl's face; she held on to Gwen's breasts as she kissed her passionatley, like this was their last moments, "I'll keep you safe and I'll keep you warm." Layla held her tightly, she didn't want to let go. To say that the woods were peaceful and quiet that night would be an understatement, that night the two lost souls made passionate, loud music together. It was insane, a crazed killer out there somewhere and the two of them were exploring every inch of their bodies. Letting their carnal urges take over, the danger of it all was irresitable.

After they were finished, Layla helped Gwen back to the hiding place she left Will and Kim; Gwen had nothing on but her underwear.

Layla began to tend to Will's wounds, "Hey, I'll do that" said Gwen with a smile; Layla smiled back. Both girls knew that they didn't only have sex, they made love.

"Is anyone in here?" a voice coughed from outside.

"Who is it? Who's there?!" Layla loudly questioned.

"It's me, Ricky!"

"Ricky!" Gwen ran to the door, Layla tried to stop her, it could be a trick after all. Gwen opened the door and sure enough Ricky was there, barely able to stand. Gwen threw her arms around him, "Gwen, you're safe!"

"Yes, Ricky. I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Ricky, come over here and let me have a look at your wounds" said Layla.

"Actually..." Ricky began, "Why don't you come over here!" he pulled out a knife and pressed it against Gwen's neck, holding her waist tightly side.

TBC