A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
You need to get help. Mike is dead, beyond saving, but you need help getting out of these ropes. And you need to warn the others. Everyone is in danger right now!
You wiggle your body and struggle in your bonds, eventually rolling out from under the bed. You take a moment to rest and catch your breath, the effort of getting back out having been no small task. But you have little time to waste, and soon enough are putting in the effort of getting to your feet. Surprisingly, it's actually easier than getting out from under the bed.
Once you're standing - for lack of a better word - you take another moment to catch your breath, then start hopping. Fortunately, the lumberjack left the door open, so the hardest part is already taken care of. You carefully make it out the door, then more carefully make it down the couple of steps to ground level, then start hopping across the campground in hopes of finding someone, hoping you'll be able to outlast the embarrassment of running around tied up in your underwear long enough to tell everyone they're in danger and that Mike's dead.
You eventually do spot someone, but it's not quite who you were hoping for. You see John, by himself, sitting on the steps outside a cabin, smoking some dope.
You'd put good money on him being pretty high right now.
You wiggle your body and struggle in your bonds, eventually rolling out from under the bed. You take a moment to rest and catch your breath, the effort of getting back out having been no small task. But you have little time to waste, and soon enough are putting in the effort of getting to your feet. Surprisingly, it's actually easier than getting out from under the bed.
Once you're standing - for lack of a better word - you take another moment to catch your breath, then start hopping. Fortunately, the lumberjack left the door open, so the hardest part is already taken care of. You carefully make it out the door, then more carefully make it down the couple of steps to ground level, then start hopping across the campground in hopes of finding someone, hoping you'll be able to outlast the embarrassment of running around tied up in your underwear long enough to tell everyone they're in danger and that Mike's dead.
You eventually do spot someone, but it's not quite who you were hoping for. You see John, by himself, sitting on the steps outside a cabin, smoking some dope.
You'd put good money on him being pretty high right now.