"Brady? Where'd you go? This isn't funny!"
My voice is barely above a whisper as I search for him. It's too quiet. All I hear is the wind gently caressing the trees around me. I feel my heart beating hard, fast, threatening to explode from my chest. I attempt to take deep breaths and continue through the woods.
Before long, I smell something metallic. A hot, thick, liquid drips onto my face. I wipe it away and my hand returns red. Slowly panning my view upwards I see Jason hanging there, impaled on the branch above me. His skin is grey and his eyes bulge from their sockets. I am paralyzed. My mouth is poised open, ready to scream, but no sound escapes. At last, it hits me. The ear-splitting cry rings in my ears and I turn around, sprinting, looking for an exit. My eyes are stung with tears and I keep running forward. If I stop now, I won't be able to get myself up again.
Eventually, my lungs are enflamed and my feet make contact with a log. My body is forced to the ground. Mud smears the right side of my body and I feel blood streaming down from my temple. I must have hit a rock at some point. I couldn't really be sure. I was feeling everything and nothing at once. As hard as I fight for consciousness, begging it to stay, my vision fades to black.
