We were woken up early by someone screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" I jumped up and ran outside, with Liv right behind me. Nate was standing by the fire with a look of horror on his face. Bre was sitting up against a tree, dead. Her throat had been slashed from ear to ear. The knife was lying next to her, with dried blood on it. Liv gasped and grabbed me. I shielded her from the sight and said, "Oh Christ, not another one."
Cody came running over and swore when he saw the body. "We need to relocate. We're obviously not safe here. He must've slipped through our traps and killed her. With her own knife too. Fuck." There was silence. Until Steve broke it with quiet laughter, his hands still bound. Cody turned to him with disgust. "What's so funny? She's dead, pal. I don't see what's funny about that." Steve didn't answer and continued laughing, a dark, rather malicious laugh. Cody turned back to us. "We need to get out of here. Does anyone have a phone?"
There was a spark of hope, until we remembered they were with Coach Kay. Except mine. I pulled it out of my pocket and was met with cheers. I had an iPhone 4 but didn't want to risk damaging it on the trip, so I brought my old flip phone that still had a valid contract. I grinned and said, "You didn't think I was gonna listen to Coach Kay, right?"
Everyone smiled. Except Steve, who sneered and said sarcastically, "Aren't you a badass, keeping your phone when everyone else gave theirs."
I retorted, "Fuck off Steve. This phone call I'm about to make could save your sorry ass. Not that I want to, after what you've done to Liv." My lip curled and I looked at him with obvious contempt as he fell silent. I dialed Kay's number and held the phone to my ear. It wasn't ringing. I frowned and retried. Still nothing. I opened the battery compartment and saw the problem. No battery. "Fuck!" I said. I turned to Steve. "Ok jerkoff, where's the battery?" He ignored me. "Steve! The battery?" Still he ignored me. "I'm being serious! What have you done with MY FUCKING BATTERY?!" I shouted the last part into his face.
He finally answered. "I DON'T HAVE IT, ALRIGHT!? And even if I did, you wouldn't have the balls to take it off me, would you?" he sneered.
I hesitated, then slammed a fist into his stomach, winding him. I quickly searched his pockets and found it in his pants pocket. I snatched it up and said to him, "I do have the balls to take shit off you. Try that again and it'll be your balls that get taken off. Got it?" He just gasped in response and tried to get up, failing. I put the battery into the phone and tried calling again. There was still nothing. I took the battery out and looked at it properly. And hurled it at Steve. He'd broken it. The fucker! He'd probably screwed us all over simply because he wanted to be a dick to me.
"Two people dead. A psycho stalking us. Phone doesn't work. That's great. This is getting better by the minute," I said sarcastically.
"And now it's raining," Nate said, looking up. It was. Lightly at first, but soon coming down in buckets. We were soon all soaked, and visibility was reduced to about 10 feet. If that wasn't bad enough, we had to relocate to try and lose the maniac stalking us. That's when disaster struck. Like I said, visibility was awful. We had just left the camp and were looking for a new spot. We left our shelters and fire pit behind. Hopefully he would think we were still there. We were walking in a line. Steve was in front, so he couldn't run off. Not that anyone would've cared. Behind him was Cody. Then me with an arm around Liv so I wouldn't lose her in the storm. Nate brought up the rear. Things were ok until now.
Nate was walking about 10 feet behind me. He suddenly tripped, and must've sprung one of the traps. He couldn't have seen the thing coming because the rain was so heavy. It suddenly slammed into him, literally sending him airborne and making him crash back to earth about 30 feet behind us. I'm still not sure how it happened. All I know is, I heard him yell, "OH SHHHIIIITTTTT!!!" as the log hit him. Then there was silence until we heard the thud as he hit the ground, then groaning. Liv and I heard the whole thing. I turned to alert the others, but we'd lost them in the rain.
We looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Oh fuck," and ran back to try and help him. I finally found him after searching for several minutes. He looked awful. He had blood trickling from his mouth, and probably several broken ribs. Maybe even an arm or leg.
Nate groaned again and tried to sit up, obviously in pain. "Leave me. You'll lose everyone else."