Manhunt

6. Save Yourself

Dan's POV

     "Guys, look around for car or boat parts," I whispered to Jerome and Lillian. Since we didn't want to attract attention to ourselves, both of them nodded in response, unwilling to let out a single peep. The three of us were inside Harry and Carter's lodge house, and figuring that Jason hid Harry's car keys, I made sure that each of us were on the search for the keys, or anything that was useful to our advantage. And, after Woody mentioned a boat missing its vital parts, I realized that Jason may have indeed disassembled all of the vehicles to prevent us from escaping this camp.

     'Agh, if we never came here...this wouldn't have happened to us!' I frowned at the thought that Troy had gotten killed because of planning this "fun" weekend together. It wouldn't be very soon until we all got ourselves killed, and for our slaughtered bodies to be found by the authorities. 'Stop being so pessimistic, Dan!!! You can do this.' I face-palmed my negativity as I searched the bathroom for vehicle parts. Nothing. All I could find was a roll of bandages, and some antibiotics, don't see how that could help. I left the bathroom since I couldn't find much more, so I headed back to the living room.

"Yo, Dan!" Jerome's American accent whispered from one of the bedrooms. "I found the keys!"

"That's great!" I whispered back, not wanting to make my presence (or our presence to be precise) obvious to Jason. "Did you find anything else?"

     "Yeah...b-but erm, you better come see this for yourself...it's very..."

     "Very what? Jerome?" I quietly called down the hall. No answer. My feet crept across the wooden floor boards, stopping when I reached the last room. "Dude what is it?" I laid my eyes on the shocked Jerome. All he could do was pass me a slip of paper, with small tears and crinkles.

     To any survivors, use these firecrackers against Jason. He's scared of these for some reason, so throw them at him whenever you're in a tight situation. I'm dead if you're reading this note, but keep one thing in mind- save yourself.

     I shuddered as I read it over and over again, letting the words and advice sink into my brain. Oh gosh, the writer of this note was actually dead, and her last words were for us. My hands reluctantly touched the red tubes filled with gunpowder, putting it into my hoodie's pocket. Maybe the writer was right, I might need these later. 'No you don't Dan, you'll get out of here,' I tried to escape the thought of dying on this campsite. But all of a sudden, Lillian burst into the room, having a silent panic attack. It took both Jerome and I to sit her down and stop the panicked breaths, something was wrong, very wrong.

     "Lillian! Talk to me!" Jerome attempted to shake her out of her terrified episode.

     "H-h-he's coming...to t-t-this house..." her British accent wavered. "I-I saw him through the window of the other bedroom," she tucked herself into a ball of fright.

     "We need to hide."

     "Yeah, thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious!" Jerome glanced around the room. "I know what to do. There's two beds. You and Lillian hide under them, and I'll hide in the closet in the living room," he suggested. Lillian and I didn't hesitate to agree, and the three of us scurried to our hiding spots, and held our breaths. I couldn't help but feel that Jerome was putting himself in more danger than Lillian and myself. But I tried to change the topic...while we waited for Jason to make his move.

My eyes looked around from under the bed, it was calm, that is, until the lights went out. 'Shit. Jason must have found the power box.' I could feel my heart beat out of my chest; he was coming, I heard the loud thuds of his boots and the crunch of the leaves under them. But what could I do? I had to wait for him to make the first move before making my own move. The tension built as I waited in the dark, staring into the dark shadows of the lodge house. 'Agh...where is he?' I glanced around the darkness, trying to detect any sound.