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Escape from Crystal Lake
Scenario:Dark romance about Jason Voorhees
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Emily Carter
final girl, friends with Mark and Sarah, athletic build with long brown hair, brave and resourceful.
Mark Thompson
Emily's boyfriend, friends with Sarah and protective of Emily, tall with short black hair, loyal and strong.
Sarah Jensen
Emily's best friend, friends with Mark and cautious around Jason, petite with curly blonde hair, intelligent and fearful.
I was so excited to be going camping with my boyfriend, Mark, and my best friend, Sarah.
We had been planning this trip for months and we were finally on our way to Crystal Lake.
It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly as we drove along the highway.
The windows were rolled down and the wind was blowing through my hair as I sat in the backseat of Mark’s car.
I couldn’t wait to get there and start setting up camp.
We had packed everything we needed for the weekend, including a tent, sleeping bags, food, and plenty of beer.
As we got closer to our destination, we started to see signs for Crystal Lake and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I had heard all kinds of stories about the place and how it was cursed.
Mark pulled the car into a clearing by the lake, and we all got out, stretching our legs after the long drive.
"Alright, team," Mark said with a grin, "let's get this campsite set up!"
Sarah gave a half-hearted smile, her eyes darting around the dense forest surrounding us.
I could tell she was uneasy.
"Come on, Sarah," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "It's going to be fun. Just think about the campfire and s'mores."
She nodded but didn't say anything.
We unloaded the car and started setting up the tent.
Mark hammered in the stakes while I held the fabric taut.
Sarah busied herself arranging our supplies on a nearby picnic table.
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.
"Hey, did you guys hear about the ghost that haunts this place?" Mark asked, his voice playful but with an edge of seriousness.
Sarah shot him a look. "Not funny, Mark."
"What? It's just a story," he said with a shrug. "People say there's a spirit that roams these woods at night."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not helping, Mark."
He chuckled and continued setting up the tent.
Once everything was in place, we gathered around a small campfire that Mark had built.
The flames crackled and danced, casting flickering light on our faces.
Mark passed around cans of beer, and we clinked them together in a toast.
"To a great weekend!" he declared.
"To a great weekend," Sarah and I echoed, though her voice lacked enthusiasm.
As we sat there, sipping our drinks and sharing stories, the night grew darker and colder.
The sounds of the forest seemed to grow louder—the rustling of leaves, the chirping of crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl.
"So," Mark said with a mischievous grin, "who wants to hear a scary story?"
Sarah groaned. "Do we have to?"
"Come on, it'll be fun," he insisted. "Besides, it's tradition."
I sighed but nodded. "Alright, let's hear it."
Mark leaned forward, his face illuminated by the firelight. "There was once a group of campers who came to Crystal Lake..."
As he spun his tale of ghostly apparitions and mysterious disappearances, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Even though I knew it was just a story, there was something about this place that made it feel all too real.
Suddenly, there was a rustling noise from the bushes behind us.
We all froze.
"What was that?" Sarah whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
Mark grabbed his flashlight and stood up. "Probably just an animal. I'll go check it out."
He walked over to the bushes and shone the light into them.
For a moment, we held our breath as he peered into the darkness.
"Nothing here," he called back. "Must've been the wind or something."
But as he returned to the fire, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
"We should probably call it a night," I suggested. "It's getting late."
Sarah nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I'm exhausted."
We put out the fire and retreated to our tent.
As we settled into our sleeping bags, I heard another rustling noise outside.
My heart pounded in my chest as I strained to listen.
But before I could say anything, Mark's breathing had already slowed into sleep beside me.
I lay there in the darkness, every creak and groan of the forest amplified in my ears.
A whisper echoed around the tent, growing louder with each passing second.
I nudged Mark awake, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Do you hear that?" I whispered urgently.
Mark rubbed his eyes and strained to listen, his face hardening as the whisper persisted.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed outside the tent, blocking out the faint moonlight.
My breath hitched, and I grabbed Mark's arm tightly.
Sarah stirred beside us, her eyes wide with fear.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mark motioned for silence and slowly reached for the zipper of the tent flap.
The whisper outside turned into a low, menacing growl.
With deliberate caution, Mark unzipped the tent flap just enough to peer outside.
There he stood—Jason Voorhees, his machete glinting ominously in the moonlight.
My mind raced as panic set in; we had to escape.
Without warning, Mark lunged at Jason, trying to catch him off guard.
But Jason was swift and overpowering.
He knocked Mark aside effortlessly, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
I screamed, adrenaline surging through my veins.
"Run!" I yelled at Sarah, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the tent.
We bolted into the dark forest, our feet pounding against the earth as branches whipped at our faces.
The growls behind us grew fainter as we ran deeper into the woods.
"Emily, what do we do?" Sarah panted, her voice filled with terror.
"We keep running," I replied breathlessly. "We have to find help."
The forest seemed endless, every tree looking the same in the dim light.
Our breaths came in ragged gasps as we pushed forward, driven by sheer fear.
Suddenly, Sarah tripped over a root and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
I skidded to a halt and helped her up. "Are you okay?"
She nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face. "I think I twisted my ankle."
We couldn't afford to stop.
I wrapped her arm around my shoulder and we continued our desperate escape.
In the distance, I spotted a faint light flickering through the trees.
"Look! There’s something up ahead!" I urged Sarah.
We stumbled towards it, hope rekindling in our hearts.
As we got closer, we realized it was an old cabin with a single lantern hanging by the door.
I banged on the door frantically. "Help! Please let us in!"
The door creaked open slowly, revealing an elderly man with a shotgun in hand.
"What’s going on?" he demanded, eyeing us suspiciously.
"Please," I begged. "There's someone after us. We need help."
He glanced past us into the dark forest before stepping aside to let us in.
"Get inside quickly."
We rushed into the cabin and he bolted the door behind us.
The interior was dimly lit and cluttered with old furniture and hunting gear.
"Who’s after you?" he asked gruffly.
"Jason Voorhees," I said between gasps for air. "He attacked our campsite."
The man's face paled. "Jason? Here?"
He moved to a window and peered out cautiously. "We need to stay quiet. He won’t stop until he finds you."
Sarah collapsed onto a chair, clutching her ankle. "What are we going to do?"
"We’ll have to wait it out," he replied grimly. "And pray he doesn’t find this place."
Just then, a loud crash echoed from outside the cabin.
My heart leaped into my throat as I realized Jason was closer than we thought.
The man raised his shotgun and motioned for us to stay back.
"Stay behind me," he ordered.
Another crash sounded from outside followed by heavy footsteps approaching the door.
My grip tightened on Sarah’s hand as fear threatened to overwhelm me.
The door shuddered violently under Jason's forceful blows.
Each impact sent splinters flying into the room.
"Stay back!" he shouted, his voice firm.
Jason's strength was overwhelming; the door splintered under his relentless assault.
With a final, powerful kick, Jason stepped inside, his machete gleaming in the dim light.
I grabbed a nearby lamp and hurled it at Jason with all my might.
The lamp shattered against his mask, momentarily blinding him.
"Sarah, go!" I yelled, my voice cracking with urgency.
Despite her injury, Sarah began crawling towards a back room, her face contorted in pain.
The elderly man took aim and fired a shot, hitting Jason in the shoulder.
Jason staggered but barely slowed down.
His eyes locked onto us with murderous intent.
"Get to the window!" the man barked, reloading his shotgun with trembling hands.
I rushed to Sarah's side and pulled her up, supporting her weight as we stumbled towards the back window.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in my ears.
We pushed open the window just as Jason swung his machete at us.
The blade missed by inches, embedding itself into the wooden frame with a sickening thud.
"Go! Go!" I urged Sarah, helping her climb out of the window first.
I followed quickly, feeling the rush of cool night air against my skin as I tumbled out into the darkness.
We hit the ground hard but scrambled to our feet without hesitation.
Behind us, Jason roared in frustration, yanking his machete free from the window frame.
We didn't look back; there was no time to waste.
We plunged into the dense forest, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we ran for our lives.
The forest was a labyrinth of shadows and twisted branches that seemed to reach out and grab at us.
Our footsteps pounded against the earth, leaves crunching beneath our feet.
Every sound seemed amplified—the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs—each one sending jolts of fear through me.
"Emily... I can't... keep up," Sarah panted, her voice strained with pain and exhaustion.
"We have to keep going," I replied breathlessly. "We can't stop now."
The trees closed in around us, their branches forming an almost impenetrable canopy overhead.
Moonlight filtered through in patches, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.
My mind raced with thoughts of escape routes and hiding places.
Suddenly, I spotted a narrow path veering off to our left.
"This way!" I called out to Sarah, steering us onto the path.
We ran deeper into the forest, our surroundings becoming more unfamiliar and disorienting with each step.
My legs burned with exertion, but I forced myself to keep moving.
In the distance, I could hear Jason crashing through the underbrush like an unstoppable force of nature.
His heavy footsteps grew louder, closer.
Desperation fueled our flight as we pushed ourselves beyond our limits.
Branches whipped at our faces and arms, leaving stinging welts in their wake.
"There's got to be somewhere we can hide," I muttered under my breath, scanning our surroundings frantically.
Up ahead, I saw a large fallen tree with a hollowed-out trunk—a potential hiding spot.
"Over there!" I pointed urgently.
The interior was cramped and damp, the smell of rotting wood filling my nostrils.
Sarah winced in pain, clutching her injured ankle.
I whispered, "Stay quiet."
Jason paused, his heavy breathing echoing through the forest.
My heart pounded so loudly I feared he could hear it.
He stood there for what felt like an eternity, then moved on, his footsteps fading into the distance.
I peeked out cautiously.
The coast was clear.
"We need to find Mark," I said, helping Sarah out of the trunk.
She nodded, her face pale and strained with pain.
We crept through the underbrush, every snap of a twig making us flinch.
The forest was alive with nocturnal sounds—owls hooting, leaves rustling—but each noise seemed to carry a sinister undertone.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night.
"Mark!" I gasped.
Fear and determination surged through me as we ran towards the sound.
Branches clawed at our clothes and faces, but we didn't slow down.
"Mark! Where are you?" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation.
We burst into a small clearing and found Mark lying on the ground, bloodied and barely conscious.
"Mark!" I cried out, dropping to my knees beside him.
His eyes fluttered open. "Emily... Sarah... you have to run..."
"No! We're not leaving you," I said firmly, tears streaming down my face.
Sarah knelt beside me, her hands trembling. "What do we do?"
"We need to get him to safety," I replied, my mind racing for solutions.
Just then, Jason emerged from the shadows, his machete raised high.
"Run!" Mark shouted with whatever strength he had left.
I grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her up. "We can't leave him!"
"We have no choice!" she screamed back.
Jason advanced towards us with terrifying speed.
I looked around frantically and spotted a narrow path leading deeper into the forest.
"This way!" I yelled, dragging Sarah along with me.
We sprinted down the path, our lungs burning and legs aching.
Behind us, Jason's footsteps grew louder once more.
We couldn't outrun him forever; we needed a plan.
Up ahead, I saw an old wooden bridge spanning a deep ravine.
"Over there!" I pointed.
We dashed onto the bridge just as Jason reached the edge of the ravine.
The bridge creaked ominously under our weight.
"Keep going!" I urged Sarah.
Halfway across the bridge, I stopped and turned to face Jason.
With all my strength, I kicked at one of the rotting planks beneath me.
It gave way easily, creating a gap in the bridge.
Jason hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the unstable structure.
As he advanced towards us, I continued kicking at the planks until another section collapsed entirely.
The bridge swayed dangerously as Jason tried to maintain his balance.
"Come on!" Sarah screamed from the other side.
I took one last look at Jason struggling on the collapsing bridge before turning and running towards safety.
As we reached solid ground on the other side of the ravine, there was a deafening crash behind us.
Jason stood on the other side, his eyes locked on us.
I knew we had little time.
"We need to find shelter," I whispered urgently.
Sarah nodded, her face pale with fear.
We stumbled through the forest, our steps uneven and hurried.
The moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy above, casting eerie shadows all around us.
My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the surroundings for any sign of safety.
"There!" Sarah pointed ahead, her voice strained.
An abandoned ranger station loomed in the distance, its windows dark and broken.
We hurried towards it, every step sending jolts of pain through Sarah's injured ankle.
The door to the ranger station creaked loudly as we pushed it open.
Inside, the air was musty and stale.
Dust-covered furniture lay scattered around, and cobwebs hung from the corners of the ceiling.
"Help me find something for your ankle," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
We rummaged through the drawers and cabinets until we found a first aid kit tucked away in a corner.
I quickly bandaged Sarah's ankle, my hands shaking from both fear and urgency.
"Thank you," she murmured, wincing as I tightened the bandage.
Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and we froze.
Jason's shadow loomed in the doorway, his presence filling the room with dread.
I grabbed a rusty axe hanging on the wall and stood protectively in front of Sarah.
Jason stepped inside, his machete raised high.
"Stay back!" I shouted, my voice trembling but determined.
Jason advanced slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I swung the axe with all my strength, aiming for survival.
The blade connected with Jason's shoulder, causing him to stagger back momentarily.
But he quickly regained his composure and lunged at me with terrifying speed.
I dodged to the side just in time, feeling the rush of air as his machete sliced through empty space where I had been standing moments before.
"Emily!" Sarah screamed from behind me.
I swung the axe again, this time aiming lower.
The blade struck Jason's leg, causing him to stumble and fall to one knee.
"Run!" I yelled at Sarah, my voice filled with desperation.
She hesitated for a moment before limping towards the back door of the ranger station.
Jason roared in anger and pain as he struggled to get back on his feet.
I took advantage of his momentary weakness and swung the axe once more, this time aiming for his head.
Jason lunged at me, and everything went black.
When I woke up, my head throbbed painfully.
I was tied to a chair, thick ropes cutting into my wrists and ankles.
The room was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Sarah was beside me, unconscious and bound to another chair.
My heart sank as I saw her pale face and the dried blood on her forehead.
Jason stood in the corner, his back turned to us as he sharpened his machete with slow, deliberate strokes.
The metallic sound of the blade against the whetstone sent chills down my spine.
Panic surged through me, and I began to struggle against the ropes, trying to free myself.
The coarse fibers bit into my skin, but I didn't care.
"Sarah," I whispered urgently, hoping to wake her without alerting Jason. "Sarah, wake up."
She stirred slightly, groaning in pain as she slowly regained consciousness.
Her eyes fluttered open, and fear flooded them as she realized our predicament.
Jason turned towards us, his eyes cold and menacing.
"Ah, you're awake," he said with a twisted smile. "Good. Saves me the trouble."
I managed to loosen the ropes slightly around my wrists.
"Sarah," I whispered again, more urgently this time. "We need to get out of here."
She blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the disorientation. "Emily... what do we do?"
"Just stay calm," I replied softly. "I'll get us out of this."
Jason took a step closer, his machete gleaming ominously in the dim light. "Whispering won't save you."
I continued working on the ropes, feeling them give way little by little. "Sarah, when I say go, you run. Understand?"
Her eyes widened in terror. "But—"
"No buts," I interrupted firmly. "Just trust me."
Jason raised his machete and took another step forward. "Time's up."
With a final desperate tug, I freed one hand from the ropes and quickly worked on the other.
"Now!" I shouted.
Sarah bolted from her chair just as Jason swung his machete downwards.
I managed to roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade.
My hands were still partially bound, but I didn't let that stop me.
I grabbed a nearby metal pipe and swung it at Jason's legs with all my strength.
He stumbled back with a grunt of pain but quickly recovered.
"Run, Sarah!" I yelled again as I blocked another swing from Jason's machete with the pipe.
The force of the impact sent vibrations up my arms.
Sarah hesitated for a moment before limping towards the door at the far end of the room.
Jason's eyes darted between us, torn between finishing me off and stopping Sarah's escape.
I took advantage of his momentary indecision and lunged at him with the pipe.
It connected with his side, causing him to stagger back once more.
"Go!" I screamed at Sarah.
She reached the door and fumbled with the handle before finally wrenching it open.
Jason roared in frustration and turned his full attention back to me.
"You'll pay for that," he growled.
I braced myself for his next attack, gripping the pipe tightly despite my trembling hands.
He charged at me with terrifying speed, but this time I was ready.
As he swung his machete downwards again, I sidestepped and brought the pipe crashing down on his wrist.
The machete clattered to the floor as he howled in pain.
Without wasting another second, I kicked him hard in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards.
I didn't wait to see if he would get up again; I sprinted towards the open door where Sarah was waiting.
I kicked and screamed, trying to break free.
"Let go of me!" I yelled, my voice filled with panic.
Sarah, still groggy, struggled to stand.
"Emily!" she called out weakly.
Jason's grip tightened around my ankle, and I felt a surge of panic.
I reached for the metal pipe again and swung it at his head.
The pipe connected with a dull thud, causing Jason to stagger but not let go.
"Sarah, help!" I shouted desperately.
Sarah's eyes darted around the room until they landed on a shard of glass lying nearby.
She crawled towards it, her movements slow and pained.
With trembling hands, she picked up the shard and slashed at Jason's arm.
He howled in pain and released me momentarily.
"Run!" I screamed at Sarah as I scrambled to my feet.
We bolted towards the door, adrenaline pumping through our veins.
Jason roared in anger behind us and chased us down the hallway.
"Faster, Sarah!" I urged, glancing back to see Jason gaining on us.
We spotted a trapdoor in the floor ahead and dove for it without hesitation.
I yanked it open, and we both tumbled inside, pulling it shut behind us just in time.
The darkness enveloped us as we lay there, panting heavily.
I could hear Jason's footsteps above us, pacing back and forth in frustration.
"Emily," Sarah whispered, her voice shaking. "What now?"
"We stay quiet," I replied softly. "And hope he doesn't find us."
The air was thick with tension as we listened to Jason's muffled curses above.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in the confined space.
Minutes felt like hours as we waited in the darkness.
Finally, Jason's footsteps faded away, and silence settled over us once more.
I let out a shaky breath. "I think he's gone."
Sarah nodded weakly. "But for how long?"
"We need to move," I said firmly. "Find another way out."
We carefully lifted the trapdoor and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear.
The hallway was empty, but we knew better than to let our guard down.
We climbed out of the trapdoor and crept along the corridor, every creak of the floorboards making us flinch.
"We have to find Mark," I whispered urgently. "He might still be alive."
Sarah nodded in agreement. "Let's go."
We moved as quickly and quietly as we could, our senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
As we turned a corner, we heard a faint groan coming from one of the rooms ahead.
"Mark?" I called out softly, hoping against hope that it was him.
A weak voice responded. "Emily... Sarah..."
We rushed into the room and found Mark lying on the floor, his face pale and covered in sweat.
"Mark!" I cried out, dropping to my knees beside him. "We're here."
He looked up at us with tired eyes. "You have to get out... Jason... he's not far..."
"We're not leaving without you," I said firmly. "Can you walk?"
He shook his head weakly. "Too weak... you have to go..."
"No," Sarah said determinedly. "We'll find a way."
Just then, we heard footsteps approaching from down the hall.
"He's coming," I whispered urgently. "We need to hide."
We helped Mark into a corner of the room and covered him with some old blankets.
The door burst open, and Jason stormed in, his eyes wild with rage.
"Where are you?" he bellowed.
We held our breath, praying he wouldn't find us.
Jason searched the room frantically but didn't notice Mark hidden under the blankets.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally left the room in frustration.
"We need to move now," I whispered urgently. "Before he comes back."
We helped Mark to his feet and supported him between us as we made our way down the hallway once more.
Every step was agonizingly slow, but we couldn't afford to stop.
Finally, we reached an exit door leading outside.
We pushed it open and stepped into the cool night air.
"We're almost there," I said encouragingly. "Just a little further."
But before we could take another step, Jason appeared behind us with a roar of fury.
Before I could react, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness and tackled him to the ground.
I gasped as the two figures struggled violently on the forest floor.
"Run!" I shouted to Sarah, who hesitated for a split second before obeying.
I grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him towards the forest, our feet pounding against the earth.
The sounds of the fight grew distant as we stumbled through the dense underbrush.
My heart pounded in my chest, fear driving me forward with every step.
Branches scratched at my face and arms, but I didn't care.
We had to get away.
We reached a small clearing and collapsed, breathless and exhausted.
Mark groaned in pain, clutching his side where blood seeped through his shirt.
I scanned the area, my eyes darting between the trees, alert for any sign of Jason or our mysterious savior.
"We can't stay here," I whispered urgently.
Mark nodded weakly. "I know... but I don't think I can go much further."
I looked around desperately, searching for any sign of shelter or safety.
The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the clearing, making it difficult to see clearly.
"We'll find a way," I said determinedly. "We have to."
Sarah appeared from behind a tree, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. "Is he... is he gone?"
"I don't know," I replied honestly. "But we can't take any chances."
She nodded in agreement. "What do we do now?"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "We need to keep moving. Find somewhere safe to hide until we can figure out what to do next."
Mark groaned again, his face contorted in pain. "I don't think I can make it..."
"You have to," I insisted. "We'll help you."
Sarah and I each took one of Mark's arms and lifted him to his feet.
He winced but managed to stand with our support.
We started moving again, slowly making our way through the forest.
The night was eerily silent except for the sound of our labored breathing and the crunch of leaves beneath our feet.
Every rustle of the wind made my heart skip a beat, fearing that Jason could be lurking nearby.
After what felt like an eternity, we stumbled upon an old cabin nestled among the trees.
Its wooden walls were weathered and covered in moss, but it looked sturdy enough.
"Let's check it out," I suggested.
We approached the cabin cautiously, peering through the windows to make sure it was empty.
Satisfied that it was safe, we pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside.
The interior was dark and musty, but it provided some semblance of safety compared to being out in the open.
"We'll rest here for now," I said, helping Mark to a makeshift bed made of old blankets piled in a corner.
Sarah found a lantern on a dusty shelf and lit it, casting a warm glow around the room.
"We should take turns keeping watch," she suggested. "In case Jason finds us."
I nodded in agreement. "Good idea."
As we settled into our temporary refuge, my mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead.
We couldn't stay here forever; eventually, we'd have to face Jason again or find a way to escape for good.
But for now, all we could do was wait and hope that our mysterious savior had bought us enough time to regroup and plan our next move.
"Mark!" I screamed, rushing to his side.
Sarah's eyes widened in horror. "What's happening to him?"
"I don't know," I replied, my voice trembling. "Mark, stay with us!"
I shook him, but he remained unresponsive.
The symbol on his chest grew brighter, casting an eerie light around the dim cabin.
His body went rigid.
Outside, heavy footsteps echoed through the forest, drawing closer.
"Jason," Sarah whispered, her face pale.
She grabbed a knife from the table, her hands trembling.
"We have to do something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I tried to pull Mark to his feet, but he was like dead weight.
"Come on, Mark," I urged desperately. "We need to move."
The door burst open with a loud crash, and Jason stood there, machete raised high.
His eyes were wild with rage.
"Emily!" Sarah screamed.
Without thinking, I grabbed the lantern from the table and swung it at Jason.
The glass shattered upon impact, and flames erupted across the wooden floor.
Jason roared in anger as the fire spread quickly.
"We have to get out of here now!" I yelled over the crackling flames.
Sarah nodded frantically and helped me lift Mark.
We stumbled towards the back door as the fire consumed the cabin around us.
Jason lunged at us through the smoke, but I kicked a burning piece of wood in his path.
He stumbled back, momentarily distracted by the flames licking at his legs.
"Go!" I shouted at Sarah.
She pushed open the back door, and we dragged Mark outside into the cool night air.
The fire roared behind us, lighting up the dark forest with an orange glow.
We didn't stop running until we were deep into the woods, far from the burning cabin and Jason's wrathful screams.
Finally, we collapsed onto the forest floor, gasping for breath.
"Is everyone okay?" I asked between breaths.
Sarah nodded shakily. "I think so."
Mark groaned softly, still unconscious but breathing steadily.
"We need to find somewhere safe," I said. "Somewhere Jason can't find us."
Sarah looked around nervously. "But where?"
I scanned our surroundings, my mind racing. "There's got to be another cabin or shelter nearby."
We lifted Mark again and continued through the dense underbrush, our senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
The forest was eerily silent except for our labored breathing and the distant crackling of the fire.
After what felt like hours of stumbling through the darkness, we spotted a faint light in the distance.
"Look," Sarah whispered. "Over there."
We moved towards it cautiously until we reached another small cabin hidden among the trees.
This one looked abandoned but intact.
"We'll rest here for now," I said firmly. "We need to regroup and figure out our next move."
Sarah nodded in agreement as we pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside.
The interior was dusty and filled with cobwebs, but it felt like a sanctuary compared to what we'd just escaped from.
We laid Mark down on an old couch and checked his pulse again.
It was weak but steady.
"I'll keep watch," Sarah offered quietly. "You should rest."
I shook my head. "No way. We take turns."
She sighed but didn't argue.
As we settled into our temporary refuge once more, my mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead.
Jason was still out there somewhere, hunting us relentlessly.
But for now, all we could do was wait and hope that we'd bought ourselves enough time to come up with a plan.
The room was dimly lit by the lantern Sarah had found earlier, casting long shadows on the wooden walls.
The air was thick with tension, each of us straining to hear any sound that might indicate Jason's approach.
Suddenly, the faint whir of a helicopter reached our ears.
Sarah's eyes widened with hope. "Do you hear that?"
I nodded, my heart racing. "It's a helicopter. They might be looking for us."
Without wasting another second, I grabbed the flashlight from the table and bolted outside.
The night air was cool against my skin as I waved the flashlight frantically, trying to signal the helicopter.
"Over here!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the forest.
Out of nowhere, Jason emerged from the shadows, his machete raised high.
My breath caught in my throat as fear surged through me.
"Emily!" Sarah screamed from inside the cabin, her voice filled with terror.
Jason's attention shifted momentarily towards Sarah's scream.
Seizing the opportunity, I hurled the flashlight at him with all my strength.
It struck him on the shoulder, causing him to stagger back.
I didn't wait to see what happened next.
I turned and sprinted back into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind me.
"Help me barricade it!" I yelled to Sarah.
Together, we pushed a heavy wooden table against the door, our movements fueled by adrenaline and fear.
The sound of the helicopter grew louder, hovering above us like a beacon of hope.
"We have to hold on," I whispered urgently to Sarah as we crouched beside Mark.
He stirred slightly, groaning in pain.
"We're going to make it," I said more to myself than anyone else.
Sarah gripped my hand tightly. "We can't let him get in."
A loud thud against the door made us both jump.
Jason was trying to break through.
The door shook violently with each impact, but the table held firm for now.
Mark's eyes fluttered open briefly. "Emily... Sarah... don't give up..."
His voice was weak, but it gave us a renewed sense of determination.
"We won't," I promised him. "Just hang in there."
Another crash against the door sent splinters flying into the room.
Sarah grabbed a chair and wedged it under the doorknob for extra support.
"We need something stronger," she said desperately.
I scanned the room quickly and spotted an old iron poker by the fireplace.
"Here," I said, handing it to her. "Use this."
She took it and jammed it against the doorframe, reinforcing our makeshift barricade.
The helicopter's spotlight swept across the cabin windows, illuminating our desperate faces for a brief moment.
"Come on," I muttered under my breath. "See us."
Jason let out a furious roar from outside as he continued his assault on the door.
Each blow felt like it was shaking my very core.
"We can't keep this up forever," Sarah said, her voice trembling.
"I know," I replied grimly. "But we have to try."
Mark groaned again, his breathing shallow and labored.
"We need medical help," I said urgently. "He won't last much longer like this."
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from above us.
We looked up in horror as part of the roof caved in under Jason's relentless attack.
"He's coming through!" Sarah screamed.
I grabbed a piece of broken wood from the floor and held it like a weapon.
"Get ready," I said through gritted teeth.
The ceiling continued to give way as Jason hacked his way through with terrifying force.
