Darius Mark was driving his brown Ford. Rain teemed down.
"Damn rain! I can't see!", he complained.
He had short, brown hair, brown eyes, and tall. He wore a brown colored jumper, brown jeans, brown socks, and brown shoes.
On his right hand he was wearing a black colored watch on his right hand. He was African-American. He was also 16.
Up ahead he saw logs in the road.
What the Hell? What's up with this weirdness? Darius asked himself. His answer came instantly. The logs were blocking travellers from coming to Camp Crystal Lake. He shivered. He knew that the camp was dangerous. He was sure that he wouldn't meet that psycho, Jason Voorhees. Next to him was his own machete. Its sharp blade gleamed in the darkness. And yet, Darius smiled. He knew that he would be safe once he was closer to Crystal Lake View, the next town from Crystal Lake. He felt that time was running short. It was 9:04 PM, and he didn't want to be late for his meeting with Selene, a girl he met last night. But this weather wasd bad; it was very bad....
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CAMP OF LEGEND PART 2
HorrorJason Voorhees isn't dead. A year has passed. When a teenager goes to Camp Crystal Lake to see whether he's alive, Jason comes back and resumes his new reign of terror, as a new group of campers and counsellors arrive on Friday the 13th, 2013. Who w...
