Get Out Alive

The Rain and the Killer

Helena didn't know how much time had passed, but the sudden sound of rain filled the cabin, startling her out of her mindless trance. She crawled out from her hiding spot, knowing that she couldn't just stay there. She had to do something; She had to find the others.

"H-Hello?" She whispered into her walkie talkie. For a moment, there was nothing, then someone responded.

"Helena? Oh thank god you are alright!"

"Tiff? Where are you? Do you know where anyone else is?" Helena felt hope swell in her chest; maybe all hope was not lost. 

"II don't know! I just panicked and everyone was running and screaming...I never really did learn the layout of this place." Helena sighed, but this was just a small setback into reuniting with Tiffany. 

"Take a good look around the outside-"

"But I don't-"

"You don't have to leave it! Just look out the window and tell me what you see." 

"It's hard to tell! I think I see an archery way far, but I'm surrounded by the forest." Helena thought for a second, picking up a baseball bat as she pieced together the picture Tiff tried to provide. 

"Ah!" She said, snapping her fingers. "I know where you are, just stay there. I'll try heading over there; it's better to stay in groups, I'm sure." 

"But what about the psycho!" Helena paused at the window she was climbing out of, frozen in fear. 

"It's better to be in groups." She said, trying to convince herself that that was true. She turned her walkie down so as to be as quiet as possible and climbed out the window. The rain had turned the campgrounds muddy and made trekking through it silently very difficult. Every noise sounded like the killer. Helena didn't think she would be able to handle to stress and was about to have another break down when the sight of a cabin came into her vision. 

She made it up the the cabin door and knocked softly, hoping Tiffany wouldn't think she was the killer. There was silence, then the sound of someone shuffling in front of the door. 

"H-Helena?" Came Tiff's voice through the door. 

"Yes it's me, now hurry up and let me in!" Helena said in a panicked whisper. The door opened just enough to let her through and as Helena flopped down on the floor, she heard Tiffany lock and barricade the door. Suddenly, Tiffany threw herself at Helena, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug.

"Oh, Helena! I was scared, so so scared!" She shook with sobs as Helena hugged her back. After a few moments, she pushed Tiff away at arms length, staring her hard in the eyes. 

"Listen to me. If we just sit here, that freak will definitely find us.  It's just a fact." She was about to go one when Tiff sucked in and held her breath, staring at something over Helena's shoulder. "What?" She turned and felt the blood drain from her face. There, staring at the two girls from the window, was the maniac. 

Tiffany wasted no time in letting out a blood curdling scream. This in turn caused the man to begin moving. He raised his axe and smashed the window, sending shards of glass flying at Helena and Tiff. Helena bent down, shielding her face with her arms. Tiffany didn't bring her arms up in time and several shards left scratches in her neck and face. 

"What do we do?!" Tiffany sobbed, clinging to Helen'as arm, making it very hard to move around. Along with her crying and Helena's own panic, the whole situation was becoming chaotic. The killer was now hacking at the door, trying to break in to get them.

Helena tightened her grip on the bat, planning on doing something very, very stupid. She had very little time to explain to Tiffany, and with said girl currently in hysterics, she didn't know if this was going to work.

"Just stand behind me!" Helena cried, tears of her own pricking at her eyes. She had never been more scared in her life. The door finally burst open and the killer came barreling in, saying absolutely nothing. Helena felt her heart stop as he came towards her. 

With a loud scream, Helena shut her eyes and swung the bat as hard as she could. She felt it connected with the killer's face and felt the thud as he fell to the ground. She opened her blue eyes and saw the killer flat on his back. She had knocked him down.

"FUCKING RUN!" She shrieked at Tiffany and sprinted out the now open wide door. She didn't know if Tiffany was following as she slipped and slided on the paths due to the rain. Helena had never felt fear like this. It was almost paralyzing, but she forced her legs to keep moving; to keep going until she was safely locked away in another cabin. 

"Helena!!" She froze. Tiff was screaming for her and she wasn't nearby. Helena stood still in the rain listening, deciding. Could she really do anything if the killer had Tiff? Or would he just end up killing her too? She shook her head vigorously and turned back and ran towards where the screaming was coming from. 

"Please! No!" Helena rounded the corner just as Tiff shrieked. She was cowering on the ground as the killer loomed over her, axe raised above his head. 

"Stop!" Helena cried, lugging the bat at him with all her might. It hit him on the right shoulder, causing him to stumble over. Tiffany crawled out from under him and turned to run. Helena made sure she was in front of her before she took off. Something sharp struck her shoulder and she was knocked forward by the sheer force of it. 

Helena caught herself by landing on her hands and knees, splashing mud into her face. As she desperately tried to wipe her eyes and stand up at the same time, she heard the grunt of the killer, signalling that he was moving towards her. 

"Tiffany! Help me!" She called out, still rubbing mud from her eyes. She could see, but it was blurry and her eyes stung. Tiff was hesitating a couple of feet away, staring down at Helena. She raised her eyes up to look over Helena's shoulder, gasped and turned and fled. Helena's mouth fell open, but before she could shout at Tiff, she was being kicked down. The pain in her shoulder became excruciating as the sharp object was forced farther into her flesh. "Aaah! Stop!" 

Helena managed to turn her tear and mud soaked face to look at the killer standing over her.  She had never felt this kind of fear; pure terror. She couldn't move due to her horror and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain of death.

Instead, the loud boom of gunfire exploded in her ears. Whoever had taken the shot hit the killer, forcing him to fall flat on his back onto the ground. The sounds of thumping footsteps came up from in front of Helena and she saw someone crouching down to help her up.

"Are you alright? Come on, let's get out of here while he's knocked down for a while." With the strangers help, Helena was able to stand. Her head hurt, probably due to the amount of blood she had lost. Her eyes still stung and her feet did not seem to want to move. "We can't dawdle around." The deep voice came again, this time followed by a hand wrapping around her wrist and dragging her on. 

Helena stumbled after her savior, not questioning the fact that she did not know who he was, yet was following him anyways. The rain had even let up a little, allowing her to be able to see a cabin in the distance. It looked as if this stranger was taking her to Hillbrook Camp. She felt as if she needed to question whether she would even make it there. She had become very dizzy and couldn't see straight. In an instant, she had fallen down to her knees and was about to face plant into the ground when a strong pair of arms caught her. She passed out before she felt him roll her over and pick her up.