Devon's POV

The crunch of leaves was the only sound we could hear. Maria's scream keeps echoing in my head. Lester puts a hand on my shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. After we saw the amount of bodies, staying at the campsite was not an option.

It's been five minutes since we spoke so I clear my throat and say, "So, what's the plan now?"

Lester shrugs, "The best thing we can do is find the cops and, you know, inform them of the murders." His voice turned to a whisper at the last words. "I mean, they have to find the person who did it. A psycho murderer can't be on the loose, they belong in jail or in some mental hospital!"

"A mental hospital? That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" A voice says.

I stop walking, turning to Lester with wide eyes. Lester grabs my shoulder, pushing me behind him. I huff in annoyance.

"Dear, sweet Lester. You were never the one to stand up for someone. What an improvement." The voice sounds as if its coming from everywhere.

"W-who are you? Show yourself, coward." Lester's voice trembles. 

It's probably not a good idea to say that to a murdered but at least he's standing up for himself.

"Bad choice of words."

A knife flies out of nowhere, hitting Lester in the stomach. I scream, grabbing Lester's shoulders to soften his fall. 

"No, no, NO! Lester, please, wake up!"

But it's no use. His once vibrant and shiny eyes are now dim and hollow. 

There's laughter coming from in front of  me. I look up to see a familiar face.