Phychopath

.13

Me and Dalton walk back up the mountain to cabin 13 since we collected the supplies from cabin 12.
He kept looking around nervously.

"I know your plan" he states to me.
I look at him in shock.
"You think i'm that werewolf? I'm not, but i know who is" he tells me.
"Who is it, if it isn't you?" I ask.
"First i want to show you this" he tells me as he hands me a photo.
On the back said the Lycan family.
I flip it over and i see a younger Dalton and Peter with their grandparents and parents.

"So who do you think it is?" I ask finally.
"I think you already know, but its-" before he could finish something tackles him and i scream.

It shoved him to the ground and he screams in pain as it rips his head off and i scream.
I watch as the light furred Werewolf creature howls then looks at me.
It lunges for me and i scream but something hits the werewolf.
The dark haired one grabs the Werewolf's neck and bites it.

The light haired werewolf whimpers in pain but claws the other's leg.
I grasp the tree's trunk and i slowly stand up as i watch them try to rip each other apart.

I felt glued to the spot.
I didn't dare move.
Finally the dark haired werewolf grabs the jaws of the other and breaks its jaws.

The other falls down dead.
I turn and run.
I race through the trees and i hear the dark haired werewolf behind me.
It tackles me and i scream.
It had its claws on my throat and i sob in dispair.

It growls at me then roars telling everyone and everything that its already claimed me.
I find a sharp stick and i stab its stomach.
It howls in pain and i shove it off me and i get up and i run.
I step in the wrong spot and i fall in to an old mine shaft.

I scream the entire way down until i hit the water.
I swim to the surface and i scream at the horrifying sight of a half mummified body.
I swim to a ledge and i pull myself up.
I shake a glow stick that i had with me and Dalton.

I lay on the ground collecting my thoughts.
I unzip my backpack and i look inside it.
I kept the glow stick in between my top and bottom teeth as i looked.
I see a flash light, rope, matchs, glow sticks, a flare gun,  a lantern, and stale saltine crackers.

I zip up the backpack and i look around the dark and damp mineshaft.
I still had my left hand clenched because the photo was in it.
I unclench my fist and i look at the photo.
I sigh in sadness.
"I'm sorry Dalton" i murmur as i stand up and i walk to what looked like a hallway.

I could hear my footsteps echo through the mine as i walked.
Who was the werewolf.
I recap on everything.
Ethan was dead.
Owen was dead.
Clara was dead.
Peter was dead.
Dalton was dead.
Stacy was alive.
Hannah was also alive.

I would not be alive if i didn't get out of this mine shaft.
I nearly fall to my death since there was a cave in and it led to about 50 feet down.

I grab the railing where a mine cart would be.
I breathe shakily and i pull myself up on to the railing and i accidently drop the glow stick. 
I watch as the glow stick falls in to the darkness.
I hear a rustle then bats swarm me and i scream as i hold on to the railing.