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When Jim opens his eyes, it's still dark. He checks the time and let's out a long sigh as he reads: 1:00. As he settles back in, the worst dream if his life begins.
He was sitting in a class room. Then, all of the sudden, four bodies fell from the sky. The class room had no ceiling, and the bodies were unrecognizable to Jim. He walked carefully toward the door.
When the door swung open, that Stacy girl greeted him again. Only this time, she didn't have a face and instead of speaking, she let out a low evil growl.
Jim jumped back and hit a solid wall were the door used to be. All the sudden, the faceless abomination before him disappeared, and instead it was replaced by a voice.
The voice told Jim that there was something he had to do. In order to do it he needed to be with Stacy Red. His one job, to look for the blood stained pillars.
Then, the ground below Jim dissolved and he fell. After about eight minutes of falling he fell into a small, boat in the middle of a darkened sea. As he turned around, his eyes darted for a way to hide. There, in front of him, was a combat class hunter.
This hunter had seven fingers, and was way different from the hunter that already gave Jim these strange prints on his back. This hunter also had a mask that resembled a symbol of fire. In fact, the hunter was on fire!
Jim slowly started crawling away, when he saw that little girl walking towards the hunter. Jim couldn't move, and he started to sob and vomit at the same time. The hunter had picked up the little girl, ripped off her legs, and then left her there to bleed out.
The hunter started looking for Jim, so he quickly threw himself off the boat and into the freezing water.
But then, when he opened his eyes again, he was in that wooden structure. Blood. Cold. Pain. Jim let out a loud scream and jumped off his couch. His eyes felt like they wanted to burst out of his skull.
Jim decided not to go back to sleep, so he just sat there watching the sun rise. But something was off. That's when he saw the shadow of what could only be, that hunter, right behind him.
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