(I'll credit everyone at the end! Okay, let's start shall we? It will start exactly where we left on, and then will go over the years, well, you'll see.)
Victor managed to grab the balled up Zeke, while Paige dived to Leslie's ankle.
"STOP THEM! NOW!" was what Leslie heard, before a small pop filled his ears, and he managed to see the determined face of Paige, grim face of Victor, and the curled up ball which was Zeke before falling unconscious.
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He groaned as he woke up, a splitting headache in his head. He looked around, and was apparently in an office, laying by the wall. He sat up, and saw that Zeke was still in a ball in the corner, while Victor and Paige were facing William Bludworth, who was sitting at the desk.
"...do we do?" Paige asked.
"We need to get out of here as fast as possible. Death knows we are here."William replied.
"Where will we go?"
"Don't worry. Despite being possessed by Death most of my life, I still managed to convey my plans across to Jeffrey, and I sent him back up permanently, to set up a sanctuary for the survivors."
"Jeffrey? You mean Jeffrey Jebediah!" Leslie asked despite himself. Leslie remembered the cowboy hat toting business man, the first in the group to die.
"Oh?" William turned to him. "Carlson, you're up. Good."
"What about Zeke?" Leslie looked concerned at the person he had come to known as a friend, curled up in the corner, not moving.
"He's alive. And he's awake." William said. "He's descended into a spiral of misery. I'm working on waking him up, but it's going to take some time."
"Spiral of... what's wrong with him?" Leslie asked, still confused where exactly he was.
"Zeke Kurosagi found himself rather attracted to a certain Tanzi Sakamoto. So much so, that he feared her to die. He feels that it's his fault, that he couldn't protect her." William explained. "But for now, we have to go."
"Why? Where are we?" asked Leslie, glancing back to Zeke.
William raised his eyebrows. "I thought you would have figured it out. This is my office in hell. The last one was a bit dreary for my liking. But now Death has took out every evil spirit, and has come back to his hell. I have no more authority, and I can be hunted down by Death. Thus, we need to go."
"What's this sanctuary then? That Jeffrey's at?" Leslie asked, a torrent of questions whirled through his head.
"Most answers will be answered in ten years. But for now, I'll say that the moment we exit hell, we are all mortal."
"Wait!" Victor spoke up. "You never said we'd be mortal!"
"Well, that's the truth." William stood up. "Let us go to the sanctuary. Paige, Victor, get Zeke and then grab hold to me."
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"Oh... oh my god..." Damian Cane muttered, watching the two girls get killed, the first by a hockey-masked giant of a man, and the second by a burnt man wearing a fedora. "Wh-what is this..." he watched as the other two survivors started to get overwhelmed, while two ghostly figures made a jump for them.
Little did anyone at Camp Crystal Lake know, fifteen year old Damian had managed to get into the luggage compartment of the bus, and had curled up into a ball at the back, afraid of being discovered and assumed a zombie. He had stayed in the bus, stealing food from the hall when no-one was there.
And when he finally decided to reveal himself, he hadn't found anyone, except for a few dead bodies. He decided to run, and had come across the scene at the lake, in which he was hiding behind some bushes, scared for his life.
"I command the earth to split and let forth the demon's of destruction! I command them to rise from the depths of hell itself, and join their master! I command my army to rise!"
The mysterious but apparently powerful man chanted, and this was enough for Damian. He started to run, just as the tornado of blackness exploded from the lake. He continued running, ignoring the trees scratching his face and the branches cutting his arms and legs. Damian knew someone was wrong, and just ran for his life.
He suddenly stopped, clutching his side, a stitch had appeared. "Sh-shit..." he panted, when he suddenly saw a hole in the ground, apparently random in the forest. Without thinking, Damian jumped into it, hoping that those people, those things, wouldn't find him down there.
1 Month Later
"Come on Max" A thirteen year old girl of small stature panted, clutching her nine-year old brother Max, trying to stop his tears. "We... we have to move."
"B-b-but Mila..." Max Abernathy wept. "D-d-dad... m-m-mum..."
"Don't think about that!" Mila Abernathy said sternly, getting up and pulling Max to his feet. "We have to keep moving."
"Got you!" A deep voice suddenly called out.
Mila screamed at the shadowy figure which had just appeared beside them, pulling Max to her side and starting to run. "Come on Max! Keep running, just keep running!"
"M-Mila!" Max did as his sister asked, but still protested. He ran as fast as he could at his unusual speed for a nine-year old. He was faster than some adult men. He passed the mutilated body of a woman as Mila struggled to keep up.
"Keep going Max! Don't stop!" She called out as the shadowy figure seemed to float behind her, it's claws outstretched, menace in its red eyes.
Max shook his head, tears down the side of his face.
It had all happened so suddenly. A month ago, the sky darkened and the worst storm in decades started. And never stopped. The news reported that apparently 'demons' were roaming the off, until electricity was cut off. Mila and Max's parents had put them in a 'safe room', and after thirteen days, when Mila and Max got out of the room, they found there mutilated bodies.
"Ah!" Max suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, and he plummeted deep out of view.
"MAX!" Mila screamed, practically jumping down the hole after her brother.
"GAHAHAHA!" The demon laughed, trying to go down the hole, but it was blocked. "What?" He tried with all his might, but some sort of force held him away.
Mila and Max looked around the sewers in which they had fallen, and saw an arrow etched into the side of the wall. With nothing better to do, Mila tugged on Max's arm. "Come on brother. Let's go."
3 years later – Three years since Death's invasion
Fourteen year old Rain Orlando clutched her arm in pain, blood seeping down the deep scratch in her flesh. She was crouched down in the back room of a general store, hoping that the footsteps she heard outside would just disappear. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled, lighting up the sky, revealed the deep dark clouds which covered the whole of the sky.
Rain had always lived in Miami, but since the demons invaded the city and killed practically everyone, she had run through Miami, occasionally staying in places for months before having the run yet again.
But Rain thought she was safe in the store. She'd been there for a year already, but now these footsteps made her think otherwise.
'Go! Just go, please, go!' she pleaded in her head, just as the door opened.
"I can hear ya breathing little girl. Just come out and it will all be over!"
Rain got up on all fours, just as the desk was ripped in two, and the red-eyed shadowy creature roared with pleasure. She shot off like a bullet, jumping through a smashed window and combat rolling on the floor through a puddle of water. The wall was smashed downwards. The demon had its aim set on her now.
"Damn it!" Rain, cursed, and started to run across the bumpy terrain. As she was on the outskirts of Miami, the ground was scrub land, previously dry, but now wet and slick with rain. Rain slid, rolling twice over and falling onto her back in pain. She tried to ignore it and stood up, when her foot suddenly shot downwards. "No!" She cried out, her foot deep through the sandy terrain. It was quick sand. The demon approached, and Ran started to sink, now up to her waist as she struggled and tried to pull herself out.
She was already to her chin as the demon went for a swipe, but then Rain's head disappeared under the sand, where she suddenly landed hard on stony floor. "Wha... what?" she looked around the darkened and hidden corridor. An arrow was etched into the side of the wall, pointing away.
2 years later – Five years since Death's invasion
23 year old Conner Shepard laughed with pleasure as his legs pounded against the floor of the deserted town. Blood flecked against his face and he hissed with pleasure hearing the cries of terror of the woman fleeing in front of him.
The moment the world descended into chaos, Conner found himself right at home. He had even got into a rather interesting conversation with Freddy Krueger, before kicking him in the groin and pushed him into a pool of water. Conner loved it, and killed of anyone he didn't liked, and took what he wanted, when he wanted. And this woman, this female, had had the audacity to ask for his help. His help!
The woman pushed herself against a door of a one story building and the door closed behind her, but Conner just smashed his boot against it, looking around wildly.
"Where are you bitch! Hiding are you, Hah! I'll fuckin' find you, and then gut you, and then feed you your own entrails before I make you cut your own damn throat! Come here you bitch!"
Conner stalked through the house, smashing doors in and breaking windows, before coming into a small bathroom. The woman was whimpering, huddled in the shower stall, curtain drawn as if that could hide her.
"Oh? I wonder where she is." Conner said sarcastically, before licking the edge of his knife. He suddenly stabbed it through the curtain and into the screaming woman's side, again, and again, blood splattering the walls as he slowly cut her up, but not actually killing her. True to his words, Conner cut open a deep gash in the woman's stomach, actually pulling her intestines out and shoving them down her throat. Unfortunately, she was dead before she could kill herself.
Conner turned, before a sharp crack filled his ears. He looked down, before a hole opened up and he found himself falling.
Landing on hard ground, Conner grunted, before looking at the stone walls surrounding him. "Fuckin' great. Where the hell do I go now?" He looked up at the hole above him, to far for him to reach and climb up.
2 years later – Seven years since Death's invasion.
Alejandro Thebes, 23, or Alex as he like to be known, opened the large wooden doors, smiling to himself. For the first time in seven years, he had finally found survivors, and brought them to this own underground chamber. They accepted him and they were safe. As he opened the door, all was silent apart from the faint whisper of wind.
"Hello?" he called out, to no answer. Usually he had the six survivors coming to him and asking him how his day went. He narrowed his eyes and stepped on one of the stairs, when he noticed a dark red liquid on it. "Oh no." He whispered, climbing the stairs until seeing the headless body of Jordan. "No. HELLO?" He yelled, but still no one answered him. He rushed to room to room, but everyone he found were headless and dead. Michelle, Thebe, Harry, and Mark, they were all dead. He could only hope the last survivor was alive. "James! Are you there? Please..." Alex got into James bedroom, and his friend was laying across the bed.
But alive, barely.
"James!" Alex rushed to his friends side. "What happened, how did they find us?"
"A... Alejandro..."
"What? What is it?"
"j-Jordan betrayed us... he... he told them..."
"No! Why did he!"
"D-don't worry about... that now. What is... important is that... I found ... a shelter with... other survivors..." James muttered, before motioning for Alex to lean down. Alex's eye widened as the location was told to him.
"But you..." Alex looked at James, and realised that he had just died. "James... I'll go there... I'll avenge all your deaths someday! Just you wait!"
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Riley, 19, looked around the abandoned shopping mall. Dead bodies were littered all around, store fronts brokem into, but luckily, no monsters were lurking as far as she could see. She quickly packed as much food and medicine as she could into her backpack, before taking another glance. She ran up the broken-down escalator and leaped over a broken trolley, just as a loud gurgling was heard.
Riley backed up, until she realised it was only a broken water pipe. If her information was correct, it would be somewhere around here...
Riley managed to get herself between two shops, in a small gap and got through it, into a larger gap. At the end of the brief corridor was a door. This place was secret, only known to Riley after she had managed to find out from her boyfriend, before he disappeared. She opened the door, and saw the arrow inscribed on the wall.
"Yes... Finally got here..." Riley continued on to the sanctuary, which supposedly already contained a number of survivors.
(First off, Lance-Dusk, your character WILL appear next chapter. Right, crediting time: Max and Mila Abernathy belong to zackt2010, Rain Orlando belongs to Zac-MentosGoBoom, Damian Cane belongs to Jamesss, Conner Shepard belongs to Yajuu-Kikuishi, Alejandro Thebes belongs to mortalstandards, and Riley belongs to RogueWrite17! Plus William Bludworth belongs to the creators of Final Destination, Paige Callaway belong to Angie2282, Leslie Carlson belongs to Can't Get Any Better, and Zeke Kurosagi belongs to Zro-Kemuri 9t6!
Also, as his was in the past, descriptions will be next chapter. Thanks for reading, and see you next time!