"Alicia, wait up!” C.J. panted, struggling to keep up with her.

Alicia, who now was running full stride, faintly heard him and turned around.

"Hurry up!” She yelled to him. “We gotta find Drake…he might be hurt."

”Drake! DRAKE!” she called out, but there was no response.

"We'll find him, don't worry,” C.J. said as he finally caught up to her. “But we have to stay together."

They searched for a half hour or so, but got lost three times and had to make their way back toward the lake and start again.

Standing at the dock of Crystal Lake, they knew that, with one path left, they would finally be heading in the right direction.

Making their way up the path, they noticed that the smoke had finally settled, and they could see where they were going a lot better.

Alicia was now just walking fast, still calling out to Drake, with C.J. trying to get her to keep quiet, realizing that her screaming would only call attention to themselves.

"Okay, Drake was up in one of these trees here, I know he was," Alicia said as they made it back to the area where Drake was positioned.

"Yeah, but where is he now is the question," C.J. asked, confused.

"I don't know, but I’m really getting worried,” Alicia replied nervously. “You saw how far that blast carried us. I could only imagine where Drake ended up from the top of a tree."

"Well, let's spread out a bit and cover the area directly behind the tree. He shouldn't be too far from here," C.J. suggested.

Alicia just nodded and the two spread out about 20 yards to begin combing the woods.

Alicia was still calling out his name, and C.J. drew his 44 Magnum from its holster.

He didn't want to be out here now. They needed to find the rest of the group, because there’s safety in numbers. If Drake hadn’t responded by now, then it could only mean one of two things. Either he was knocked unconscious, or he's dead, but C.J. wouldn't dare try to explain that to Alicia. Plus, he was starting to get a really eerie feeling that they were being watched. He’d escaped death once already today, and he sure as hell didn't want to press his luck again.

C.J. glanced the entire area, not for Drake, but for any sign that Jason was still alive.

Alicia then broke the silence and called over to him: "I see something."

Before C.J. could respond, she was already in a full sprint toward whatever caught her eye.

C.J. decided to take off after her, but before he could catch up, a hand grabbed him from behind and clasped tightly over his mouth, stopping all forward progress.

C.J. nearly fell on his ass, but stood straight up. Just then, he looked out of the corner of his eye, and recognized his attacker. He was wearing the same white hockey mask that he saw earlier in the day.

He then caught a glimpse of Jason's long silver machete just before it slit his throat from ear to ear.


Alicia didn't notice at all that C.J. wasn't following behind her.

She was focused on the set of legs she saw from behind a tree.

Drake, please hunney, be okay, she thought to herself as she approached the tree.

Then her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach and she wanted to vomit and cry at the same time, when she found her boyfriend sitting propped up against a tree, with his bayonet through his eye.

Instead of screaming or running, Alicia dropped to her knees and cried into her hands.

"No! This is all my fault!” she sobbed. “I never should have been so rough on him about taking me places.”

She held his cold hand and began to cry even more, as she forced herself to close his other eye lid.

She was still holding his hand when suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Everything then went black as Jason plunged his machete straight through her broken heart, and left her lying on her dead boyfriend’s shoulder.

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