CHAPTER THREE

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Mark was thinking.

    He wandered how Mark was injured.

    Or scared.

    He walked around the camp.

    Suddenly he heard a noise.

     He walked towards one of the cabins.

     "Hello? Who's there?", Mark asked.

     He went towards Cabin 2.

     He gripped his right hand over the doorknob.

     Then, as he went inside and flicked on the light.

      It illumed the cabin.

     All he saw was a hammock; a bed; red curtains; and a single window. It was a sparse room; it was a room that was perfect for camp.

     Mark heard the sound of footsteps; loud footsteps.

     Then he took a long, deep breath.

      And he screamed, as the machete came down...

     ...And down...

    ...And down...

....And down...

Yet more blood spilled.

      ...And the horror claimed more lives.

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