Your breathing soon becomes ragged and strained. You slow to a stop thing that a quick rest will do you good. Luckily, you come across a little stream. You stoop over and take a drink. The cool liquid helps to regenerate you and you feel like you could run for maybe a few mire hours. So, with that decided, you pick yourself up and race off.
Jeff cocks his head curiously. Now, where is she even headed?
Where I'm I even going? You mutter to yourself. The forest is pretty dense here. You can't even see the moonlight anymore. You slow to a walk. Some noise not of nature slices through the air. It sounds a lot like a laugh, but a laugh of anyone with sanity still in them. This laugh was blood thirsty, ravage, and absolutely insane. To your ears however, it sounds quite fine. You pause and stand still trying to find where it's coming from. There it goes again. You narrow your eyes. It seems to be coming from every direction. You decide to not mess with this person. You only have a pocket knife (yet, you don't know it's Jeff :)). You race on.
Jeff eyes you. You're tense and high strung. As if
there's a single noise out of the ordinary, you'll jump at it. The thought makes him laugh. You pause. He goes silent. You look weary stay there for a minute. He chuckles again. Now you have a look of panic on your face and you walk on. He flips his knife in the air and catches it with ease. With a victim as tense as that, this will be an interesting battle. He moved towards you stealthily until he's right behind you. He raises the knife and--
You turn around in a flash and whip out our little knife. There a spark and shriek of metal on metal. You glare at him, then notice what he looks like. He has greasy, long hair, singed so it's pitch black, pearly white skin due to the bleach, a bloody white jacket and black jeans. A large smile is curved in his face from his lips to his cheeks and burnt off eyelids so he can never, ever blink. His grin seems to stretch. You make his knife fall to the ground with a slight thump and stab his chest. He grunts. You jerk out the knife and race away. He touches the wound and grins. That girl has guts, I like that. he walks towards where you ran. I just might keep her...
