Jane Romero sat down, trying to catch her breath. The pain shot towards her head in a red flash of heat, her feet went numb and cold as she shook, trying to stay quiet. Warm blood drizzled from a large incision above her left eyebrow and dripped down the side of her face. The back of her right hand was shakey as she looked at it, a slash poured plasma down her forearm. A few more small cuts covered her arms and tore through the cloth of her clothing, leaving undeniable gashes that showed her bloodied flesh underneath. She cried out as she tried to shift positions, the stinging in her arms and face was almost unbearable. She moved her right leg to the right and pulled up her left leg, inspecting her bloody ankle. Deep crimson stained her pant leg and socks so deeply that she couldn't find the cut properly. She cried out once more as she put her leg back, she couldn't move properly. She felt as if her nerves had split, a pile of blood began to leak down to where she was sitting. The grass around her began to wilt and turn red, she didn't seem to notice the unnatural phenomenon.
Her heart began to quicken as she sat still, she knew that the killer was near and she didn't have any time to heal. She grabbed the wall and tried to pull herself up as she saw him turn the corner, dammit! The Ghostface raced towards her but she couldn't move, she fell back to the ground and he lept on top of her with his knife raised. She closed her eyes and felt the dagger impale her chest a few inches deep. She felt the cold blade pull out of her heart as her consciousness quickly faded, she could feel her hot blood cover her chest as he shoved the knife back into her chest; stopping her heart, once and for all.
