No Longer.

14. Left behind

Rule #12 - Never interrupt him.

Day #24 -

No one's POV -

Even before Cody returned to camp, everyone already gave up thinking they were by now a lost cause. Trent offered to go look for an escape, thinking that since it had been so long since they last checked, there must be a way out by now. Everyone told him not to go, so he used the excuse of getting Gwen some painkillers for her allergy as it was starting to act up again. Again, everyone told him not to, already knowing what happened to Geoff and Owen. But Gwen offered to accompany him, thinking the walk could possibly help her leg. They got ready, ignoring everyone's warnings and set off.

It didn't take long for them to give up on the exit. It was useless at this point. Absolutely useless. They decided to go to the medical tent before it got dark as their journey already lasted a few hours. They hadn't even made it halfway before disaster struck. The killer had somehow managed to get it's hands on beartraps. Trent's luck was running short as his foot happened to land square on top of one of said beartraps. He fell to his knees, letting out a strained yelp that was muffled by Gwen's hand. She didn't want to lead this deranged psychopath straight to them. Trent kept yelling into her hand whilst she just kept whispering "It's okay. You're okay." in her hushed, panicked tone. She didn't know if she was trying to convince Trent or herself of this lie, perhaps both.

She tried prying the trap off of Trent's leg, but she wouldn't be able to without Trent screaming bloody murder. She chooses to sit and wait it out, silently praying that someone would come out looking for them.

It took less than 15 minutes for Gwen to hear heavy thumps on the ground, she could see the water in the puddles lying near shaking. She slowly rose to her feet, gaining a strange look from Trent. She took a few steps back, now being able to make out the faint outline of a person too big to be a teenager. Her body reacted before her brain could process anything. Her legs started moving, she began running. The thought of Trent not even crossing her mind until she heard her name being called loosely by a semi-conscious Trent. She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to.

Trent kept calling out for her, getting quieter each time. He silently was rooting for her. He wanted her to escape, wanted her to live the rest of her life, even if that meant he couldn't be there to witness it. He silently waited for his moment to come, waiting for the killers cold grasp.

He felt it before he saw it, a sharp hook piercing through his throat. He couldn't scream, the hook had ripped through his vocal chords. He gripped at his neck, desperately grabbing his neck, trying to stop the blood gushing from his torn throat. He could feel himself being dragged, he felt the pain fade, he could no longer feel anything. The thing he did fell however, were things being poked through his skin. No, not poked, stabbed. Spears being stabbed through him. He was being impaled by at least several different spears. The killer must've stopped my the shed that holds the fishing equipment on his way over. Why, they get more and more creative every time.

Trent could feel the life slipping from him. (I feel as if I use this sentence every chapter.) He felt his heart give up on pumping blood. He gave one last look for Gwen, hoping she at least tried to come back for him. He already knew she wouldn't. She couldn't.

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Gwen had returned to camp just short of 10 minutes ago, she hadn't spoken to anyone. Not even Leshawna. Whenever someone asked about Trent, Gwen would violently shake her head left to right. So, people just left her alone. People already knew what happened, maybe not all the gory details but they knew he was most likely dead. Duncan decided he was sick of this, he was going to find Trent, dead or alive. He didn't care If the killer found him. He was not going to leave a fellow man behind. (Giga Chad). He left, deciding not to tell anyone. He thought it was for the best.

He walked down the path, splitting off after passing the sign for the medical tent. He was completely zoned out until he bumped into something. He looked around awkwardly, making sure no one happened to see that. He finally looked at what he bumped into. Legs...? Connected to a torso that so happened to have a certain handprint design on it. Duncan didn't was to look. But he had to, right? This was one of his friends, he couldn't just run away screaming like an absolute pussy. (That felt weird writing.) He hesitantly looked up. Trent. Trent with a hook pierced through his neck, holding him up. It looked like it could barely hold him, you could almost hear the flesh ripping as he slowly descended. There were fishing spears pointing out of him in every direction. His skin was barely his anymore, it was covered in a crimson red.

Duncan was gonna puke. Trent was staring at him with cold, dead eyes. It was as if he couldn't look away. Duncan ran to a near by tree, gagging as he did. He didn't know how to feel. What was he gonna tell Gwen? Does he have to tell Gwen? He could just say he didn't find him perhaps? Oh god... Trent...

LOOK WHOS FUCKIN' BACK BITCHES!!!!!!! Sorry I haven't posted, I exploded but the hospital put me back together piece my piece, I'm Jason Dean fr guys. Anyways this is a longer one as an apology. Ill hopefully be back on the grind soon? Have an awesome day/night!