***ZEKE’S POV***

My head was killing me, none of this made sense to me, and I couldn’t accept the fact that this was really happening. Shit like this didn’t happen… it just didn’t. It only happened in movies… it couldn’t happen to us?

Right?

“Everyone try to stick with someone. Don’t be alone. Hide. Find anything you can to protect yourself with.”

I looked at Brooklyn, the banging on the door increased, and my heart was hammering inside my chest. Brooklyn was right, there was no guarantee that the cars would work, especially if he was sneaky enough to sneak into the house and steal our keys.

 Door fell open, I heard Kate yelp and I turned to the door, seeing the man standing there, his all white mask dripping in blood. I shivered, cringing, and escaping upstairs. I wasn’t sure why I went upstairs, you were never supposed to go upstairs in movies.

Because you always died.

I ran into Allison and Brooklyn’s room, slamming the door and locking it, then my eyes caught the balcony. I ran over to the door, trying to yank it open but it was locked. I switched the lock, hearing pounding footsteps on the stairs… 

Oh God he was coming after me. 

Why the fuck was I alone? Where was Lyle? Kate? 

Did they all leave me?

I felt my heart hurt inside of my chest, I was so stupid. Maybe this was for the best, dying so that they could get away. I was useless anyway, they all knew it, I knew it. I had no life after Highschool, I wasn’t going to college, I barely graduated, and I didn’t even have a job. 

I was useless, and I deserved to die. 

No. 

I didn’t, stop thinking like that Zeke, focus!

I pulled the door open, slamming it behind me and feeling the night air wrap around me. The trees were there, dark, like a curtain cutting us off from the real world. We were isolated out here, miles away from just the slightest bit of humanity. 

The balcony was tiny, and there were no curtains, no place to hide. 

I was stuck. 

I turned, seeing the man standing at the doorway inside the room. He lifted his finger, and I watched in horror as he moved it back and forth, as if scolding me like a young child. I wanted to kill him, bash his head in just for this. 

We didn’t deserve this, we were just kids. 

He bared a axe in his right hand, and I almost broke in terror as he walked slowly to the balcony door, dragging his axe along the ground. My back was against the balcony, there was nowhere to go. I was going to die right here…

He lifted the axe, bringing it in contact with the glass, and the balcony door shattered. I screamed, I was terrified, I held up my hands, “Don’t… please…”

It was pathetic, but what else was I going to do? There was no escaping this… I was dead. 

He wasn’t buff, but he was tall, and the axe was really intimidating… maybe I could charge at him. I eyes the glass shards on the ground, a weapon.

I charged at him before he had a chance to lift the axe again, and when I hit him it was like hitting a linebacker for a football team. I grunted, he stumbled back a bit, and the axe fell out from his hand. He wasn’t expecting me to do this, he was expecting me to just give up. 

But I wasn’t. 

I kicked the axe, sending it away from his reach, and he grabbed my neck as I reached for a glass piece. I choked out, kicking but he was strong. His grip on my neck tightened and I felt the air leave my lungs, I delivered a final kick to his side, and it must’ve hurt him because he flinched. 

His face, it was horrible, the mask… the blood was dry, the mask scratched up, stained, it was disgusting. How many people’s blood was on there? 

Nathan’s…

I shook my head, but the air was leaving me quickly, and I was going to pass out soon if I didn’t get released. Then I felt a stabbing, piercing pain in my stomach, and I choked out.

My lower back was pressed against the balcony rail, and I knew he had stabbed me, but he was going to send me over the edge. 

A two story drop. 

I cried out, “No!”

Then I was freefalling, an  my legs made impact with the ground, and I heard the loud cracks and crunches. I screamed out in pain, the white searing pain shooting from my legs to my throat and arms and everything else. 

My legs were broken, I knew that, I looked up, expecting to see him but he was gone. Oh God, he was looking for Kate and the rest of the group.

Or was he coming down here to finish me? Chop me up and watch me bleed to death?

I screamed out in pain, I needed someone, something to save me. I couldn’t get up, I was on my stomach now, and I tried to army crawl. It was a slow and painful process, and I was trying to get back to the house, or somewhere I could hide. 

I needed to warn the others, I needed to help, but there was nothing I could do with two broken legs. 

The pain was overtaking me, and I knew it would be a matter of time before I passed out from it. I was on the side of the cabin, still under the balcony where I had fallen. 

I looked down at my legs, a gapping hole in my left leg, bone marrow sticking out, clearly visible. I cringed, this was to much, the gruesomeness… I just couldn’t handle it. 

Then I felt someone tugging on my hair, and I looked up, there he was, I was right. 

He was coming to finish me off. 

He tugged on it, dragging me towards the woods, and I screamed, “Help! Brooklyn! Lyle!”

But no one could hear me, and if they could… well they were just not coming to my rescue. I was done, there was nothing left I could do but fight for the last few seconds I had left alive. 

My head was throbbing, but nothing like the pain in my legs, I screamed again as he hoisted my neck and head over a tree stump. I was staring up at his face, his mask should I say, I couldn’t kick and scream, but my right hand was being stepped on, under his heavy boots. 

His left leg came up, placing his other book on top of my head, holding my struggling neck and head down to the stump. 

I knew didn’t understand what he was doing…

I screamed, “You bastard!”

Then the axe lifted into the air, both of his hands gripping it, and tightening, whitening his knuckles. I screamed as I watched the axe slice through the summer air. 

He was beheading me. 

Then everything was red.