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Chapter 4; Calm down with that knife pal
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CHAPTER 4
CALM DOWN WITH THAT KNIFE PAL




Chris instinctively delivers a spinning backfist on Nig's drink, smacking it out of his grasp, and shattering it on the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. Nig looks at Chris furiously.

"CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

"You just picked it up off the side Nig! It could have been anything!"

"What's it gonna be!? We're at B00Bz lodge! Not some club!"

"It doesn't fucking matter Nig! You don't drink random drinks! It's not even yours!"

"Well Chris! Now it's fucking no one's drink! You happy!?"

"I am actually. You might not appreciate it, but I'm doing you a favour Nig. Or, sorry, Nog."

"You owe me a drink!"

"No I don't! That wasn't yours!"

"Oh fuck off you fucking Spanish midget!"

And with that, Nig stomped off. Chris watched him walk over to the nearby table angrily, feeling irritated himself. Fucking Nog.

A. Knock it out of his hand.
- 2 to relationship between Chris and Nig
- 1 to Disciplined for Chris
- 1 to Disciplined for Nig

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"God you're useless!" remarks Goldie, irritating Dyldo.

"Useless am I?" snarls Dyldo, "Well, atleast I'm not immature."

Goldie glares at Dyldo, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I called you immature. Cos that's all you've been tonight. Immature. I mean, do you treat everyone like you've been treating me? Or just the people who don't give you everything you want? I'm sorry for having a different idea than you when we were on the cable car, but things went your way anyway didn't they? So why are you still being like this? Get over it! Just get over it! And grow up!"

Goldie was left looking stunned, as Dyldo turned and left her, as he continued on his way to the bathroom, feeling rather proud of himself. Understandably, that might not do too well for their friendship over the next 3 days, but atleast it would get her off of his ass.

A. Call Goldie out on her pettyness.
+ 1 to Brave
- 1 to Funny
- 1 to Disciplined

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Nig has aligned shots of sambuca along the table top, and is zipping through them at an alarmingly fast rate, with an unfortunate level of fierceness about him. After getting through the last shot, Nig delivers a suplex stunner to the shot glass, and sits down moodily at the table.

'What is Chris' problem?' He thinks. They're all supposed to be out here getting absolutely fucked, why is he being so serious? Drinking random and possibly dangerous drinks is part of the fun, isn't it? Either way, Nig was upset. That drink exuded a wonderful greenish glow, and he was looking forward to putting it into his system, whatever it was.

"eyyy" Nig hears behind him, turning to see Rachel. He scowls.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he spits back.

Rachel smiles, as she pulls her hand out from behind her back, revealing a brand new drink that she holds out to Nig. Nig is slightly taken aback, as he glares at Rachel.

"What's that?"

"its a drink lol"

Nig looks confused, as he continues to stare at the the drink held in front of his face.

"i saw ur freind nocked ur drink out ur hand" Rachel adds, "thort id get u a new 1"

Nig continues to look slightly bewildered, as he slowly reaches out and takes the drink from Rachel. Once it's in his hand, his confusion seems to hit him even more, as he swirls it around. He looks back up at her smiling face.

"Thanks?"

"np" she replies, as she lifts her own drink, "cheers?"

Nig slowly lifts his drink, and clinks it against Rachel's, before lifting it to his lips and taking a swig.
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Footsteps, getting closer and closer to the door of the shed. Herman and Hale look at one another, their faces contorting into mautified expressions of terror. Hale takes initiative first, twisting around and scanning the shed, before his eyes settle on a small cupboard.

"There!" he whispers to Herman, as he moves over to the cupboard, "In here Herman!"

Hale stuffs himself inside the cupboard, as he looks up at Herman with wide eyes.

"Herman! In here! Quick!"

Herman just stares at Hale, with every muscle in his face trembling. Looking as though his head is about explode, his lips part, and a shriek blurts out.

"FUCK THIS!!!"

And Herman bolted straight out of the door, running as fast as his wee little legs would carry him. Hale had no time to think about what had just occurred, and with a quick movement, he slams the door of the cuboard on himself.

B. Hide
+ 1 to Brave

Curled up in a ball inside the dark and musty cupboard, Hale begins to hear the vicious creak of footsteps enter the shed. As the footsteps get slowly closer to the spot where Hale is hidden, Hale begins to shake violently, and his breath catches in his throat.

Suddenly, Hale finds himself unable to breath, and the only sound is that of the footsteps...

...getting closer...

...and closer...

...and closer to his hiding place, until suddenly they stop, right outside of the cuboard.

Hale's face goes white with horror as the cupboard door swings open, and a pair of eyes peer at him through the darkness.
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Herman feels light headed as he runs, but he dare not stop. He'd already tripped up multiple times on his sprint out of the shed, perhaps those final girls weren't to blame in all those horror films, it was quite hard to stay up right when you're running from a monster, especially with fear being the only thing propelling you forward.

Herman had already accepted that Hale was dead at this point. He felt bad for his friend, like he'd betrayed him, but ultimately, atleast it wasn't him. He'd already reached the tree line at this point, now he was hidden, if their was a monster or a killer, they'd lost him. Now he was safe. Danger wasn't coming his way.

And suddenly Herman's feet were no longer running, in fact, they'd come to a full halt, as they snagged on a root. Before Herman could stop himself, the momentum flung him forward, and he got about 5 seconds of sick air time, before his face found a branch. With a brutal snap, Herman's body twisted violently, and he crashed down into the snow unconcious.

A. Run
- 1 to Brave
- 2 to Charitable
- 3 to relationship with Hale

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Hale squeals, as he awaits the death that would follow. This was it. Finally, the death he had always desired had found him, and he didn't want it. He always imagined his body would be found hanging from the roof in his flat, not cut to pieces inside a shed in North America. He didn't want to go now. Not here. Not like this.

"Jack?"

And Hale's eyes are open wide, as he stares up into the startled face of Rosa.

Rosa. It's just Rosa.

Hale tries to take a sigh of relief, but he found that he couldn't even take a breath. In fact, he could still barely breath, and no matter how hard he tried, taking a breath proved impossible. Without indication, Hale starts to thrash around, causing Rosa to back up slightly, as he topples out of the cupboard.

"Jack! What are doing?"

Hale, ignoring Rosa, starts to crawl desperately to the door of the shed, his finger nails scraping along the wooden floor. Once at the door, he plunges himself out of it, and immeditely throws up into the snow.

"Jack!" Rosa screams, worried, "Are you okay?"

The snow in front of Hale's face is a sickly brown colour, causing him to puke again at the sight. Rosa begins to pat Hale on the back, hoping to help him, however Hale just continues to throw up. Once he is finally done, he begans to stumble over to a nearby tree across from the shed door, where he sits against it. Rosa bends down in front of him, looking worried as Hale pants hysterically.

"It was just you..." Hale whimpers, "Oh my God..."

"Sorry Jack? Did me scare you?"

How does Hale reply?

A. "You fucking did yes!" - 1 to relationship with Rosa - 1 to Disciplined
B. "A little bit, but it's alright now."
C. "No, not at all. Don't worry about it."
D. Shrugs, and ignores the question.

-

Hale continues to pant, as Rosa turns back towards the shed, looking inside. She looks back at Hale, her mind clearly working at trying to figure out what is going on.

"What were you in shed for?" she asks.

"B00Bz asked us to get the TV."

"I can help if you like?"

"I just need to rest right now."

Rosa nods, as she turns to look at the shed again. Leaving Hale sat against the tree, she wanders over to the shed, and starts pottering about inside. Hale watches her, at first wondering what she is doing, before he quickly loses interest. He is somewhat annoyed with Rosa, but more so with Herman. Firstly for leaving him like he did, especially when he thought there was a genuine threat, and secondly, for making him think there was even a threat in the first place. He shouldn't have let Herman put all these daft thoughts of killers into his head, look what it's ended up doing.

"JACK LOOK!"

Hale's attention was suddenly on Rosa, as she holds something in her hand. At first he isn't able to tell what it is, but upon further inspection, he realises it is a flare. Rosa has a giant smile on her face.

"We can finally see sparkle!" Rosa bellows, as she starts to try and ignite the flare.

Hale rolls his eyes, "Rosa! You can't just light a flare for no reas-"


KABOOM!

The entire shed explodes in a fashion that would be spectacular even in a Michael Bay film. Rosa disapears amidst bright orange and yellow flames, as they engulf the entire shed. Bits of wood and debris fly left and right, narrowly misisng Hale as he is glued to his spot, sat against the tree, watching the fiery display take place before him.
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"What the fuck was that!?" asks Chris, as the sound of the explosion startles everyone in the room.

Gina looks equally scared and confused at the sound of the explosion.

"SHIT! NO!" she screams, "WHAT WAS THAT!?"

"It's your lodge!" speaks up Goldie.

"That doesn't mean I understand what's happening when random explosions go off!"

Chris and Goldie continue to watch Gina, as she becomes more and more scared before them.
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Dyldo was white and shaking. The sudden racket of the explosion had literally just scared the shit out of him. Legit, he just shit himself. Luckily for Dyldo however, he's in the ideal place to be when one shits themselves; the toilet.

Unluckily for Dyldo, he was stood up, taking a piss.
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Blackie twists around, the violent sound of an explosion taking him by surprise. What on earth was that? Did something happen back at the lodge? Is everyone okay? Blackie turns back around, to see if Shawnie could possibly have heard it too, hoping that he'd come running back to make sure everyone was okay, but he was nowhere in sight.

But Blackie decided that he had to forget about the explosion, because he needs to know what his friend is up to. His curiosity was getting the better of him, and he just needed to know where it was Shawnie was going. At that thought, Blackie ran further into the treeline, and after his friend.

A. Follow Shawnie.
+ 2 to Curious
+ 1 to Brave

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After the initial explosion dies down, Hale still can't bring himself to move. He just continues to sit, looking shocked at the obliterated shed before him, now a pile of flaming ash. Still stood up right, amidst it all, holding a charred flare, is the burnt and blackened skeleton of Rosa. As though tapped by a hammer, the skeleton suddenly collapses, sending a puff of black ash and smoke up into the air.

Hale couldn't believe it. She was dead. Rosa was dead. He just watched her get fucking disintigrated. How did that explosion even happen? What caused it? Was it meant for him? Maybe Herman was right, maybe there was more to this mountain than it seemed. Maybe there was a killer.

And at that thought, Hale felt a slight prick in the side of his neck. Without really thinking, Hale slowly look up, in the direction where the prick came from, and finds something none too pleasant. No, looking down at him, is a figure in a black cloak, pushing a rather large needle into his neck.

Hale tries to scream, but the world around him begins to swirl, and just like that, everything goes black.
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Blackie pushes leaves and branches out of the way of his face, as he runs through the trees, continuing in his search for Shawnie. He went this way, Blackie knows it, he saw him walk over here, but there were no footprints that he could find that would directly lead him to his friend.

Suddenly, a noise. A weird noise, but a noise nonetheless, and it definitely wasn't the wind. Blackie could've sworn actually, that it was a grunt of some sort. Could it have been Shawnie? It was a very tedious place to walk about, was this forest, Shawnie could very easily have been grunting over getting his leg stuck in a small ditch, or simply have gotten stung by a nettle. Blackie tried to remember if there was any hint of sadness in the grunt, anything that could have alluded to it in fact being Shawnie, but he couldn't quite remember.

Either way, it didn't hurt to investigate right?

As Blackie continued in the direction of the grunt, he heard another one, this time louder. And upon hearing it a second time, Blackie started to realise, that this grunt wasn't very sad at all. In fact, it didn't sound as human as maybe he first thought. And as he peered past a small shrub, much to his dismay, he saw where the grunt was coming from.

There it stood on it's hind legs, fangs bared, claws at the ready. Blackie was looking directly at a grizzly bear.

The bear roared, and quickly it's head twisted to look right at where Blackie was standing. Blackie ducked quickly, jumping down under the small shrub. As the bear slowly started to move towards him, he pushed his face down further into the snow and the roots of the shrub, that began pricking and scratching at his face. This small amount of pain was nothing to Blackie though, not when all of his thoughts were just on the bear in front of him.

The heavy breaths of the bear got louder and lourder, as did the stomping of paws on the snow as the bear got closer to where Blackie was. Blackie could hear as the bear began to sniff away at the shrub that Blackie was hidden underneath. 'Would it smell him?' Blackie thought, as he tried to conceal his breathing, 'Would it see him under the shrub?'.

Whatever he thought, all Blackie could actually do was stay perfectly still, where he was, and hope the bear would leave. Blackie needed this bear to leave. He needed it to get distracted by something, desperately. He couldn't take this much longer.

The bear gave another grunt, before lifting itself up on its hind legs, poking its head up to the clouds, and giving an almighty roar. And just when Blackie thought he was a goner, the bear turned, and started plodding off in the opposite direction.

Blackie gave a sigh of relief, as he pulled himself out of the bush, and got back to his feet. His face was stinging harshly, from the cuts that now littered him, due to how hard he had pushed his face into the shrub. The stinging was intense and painful, and Blackie started to think if perhaps something could be done about it.

What does Blackie do?

A. Puts up with the pain and continues. John McClane handled worse than this. + 1 to Brave
B. Rubs his face in the snow, hoping the cold will take a bit of the sting off.
C. Pisses in his hand, and rubs it over his face, hoping the acid in the piss will counter-act the stinging.
D. Has a bit of a cry, a cry never hurts.

-

Having, in his mind, dealt with the stinging of the cuts, and with the bear now out of sight, Blackie continues on his path to finding Shawnie.
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"STAY HERE!"

"Gina! What do you mean stay here!?" barks back Chris, as Gina scowls at him, "That was just a fucking explosion!"

"You don't know that!" she angrily retorts, "And even if it was! It was an explosion at my lodge, not yours!"

"Either way Gina-"

"YOU ARE A GUEST HERE CHRIS! YOU ARE UNDER MY ROOF, AND YOU DO WHAT I SAY! NOW STAY HERE WHILST I GO CHECK IT OUT!!!"

Chris is quite taken aback by Gina suddenly raising her voice to such a level, and even Goldie looks quite startled. Chris snarls, as he thinks of a retort.

What does Chris say?

A. "Alright! Can you calm down!?"
B. "Alright, we'll stay here."
C. "Oh lower your voice you fat fucking twat."
D. Nothing.
+ 1 to Discplined
-

Gina turns on her heel and angrily walks from the lodge, slamming the door shut on her way out. Chris turns to Goldie, who herself look rather irritated with the attitude just displayed by Gina.

"Honestly," remarks Goldie, "what a stupid fat fucking pussywhipping disgusting bottomfeeding zombie cocksucking obese down's syndrome penguin whore."

How does Chris react?
A. "You are perfect." before kissing her.
B. Laugh, "You couldn't be more spot on if you tried." + 1 to Funny
C. "Hey, back off Gina a bit. We're her guests."
D. Smiles, and says nothing.

-

A bang upstairs, distracting the pair of them. Chris raises an eyebrow as he looks at the ceiling above them, before looking back down at Goldie, who seems equally confused.

"What do you think that is?" Goldie asks.

"I dunno..." replies Chris, as he suddenly scans the room to see if anyone else is confused.

And it's at this moment, and this moment only, that he finds that he and Goldie are in this room alone. No B00Bz, no Blackie, nor Nig, Rachel, Hale or Herman. It's just Goldie and himself.

"What? When did this room empty out?"

Looking around the room, Goldie only seems to be noticing this for the first time as well.

"Woah! Yeah! Where is everyone?"

"I dunno, suppose that could be one of them upstairs..."

"Yeah probably."

There's a pause as the pair ponder on it.

"I'm gonna go check it out, you coming?"

"Yeah yeah I'll-"

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open, and Dyldo walks out, looking rather dishevelled and worried.

"Did you guys hear that explosion?"

"Yeah." replies Chris, "But we got told to stay here. Anyway, we going."

Upon Dyldo entering the room, Goldie immediately becomes different in the air she exudes. She looks at Dyldo with quite wide eyes, before she turns to Chris, with a rather fake smile.

"Hey, sorry, I just..." she starts, "Mind if I just stay down here. Just need to uhh, run over a few things with Dyldo."

Chris is at first quite puzzled by her reaction, but quickly comes to an understanding, "Yeah, sure, fine. I'll be right back down."

"Alright." replies Goldie with a smile, as Chris turns and makes a path to the staircase. Goldie slowly turns to Dyldo, and Dyldo looks quite bewildered as she stares at him. He has no idea what to expect next.

"I'm sorry." she says, surprising Dyldo, "You're right. I'm being immature."

"Oh..." is all Dyldo can seem to say, as he stands there, quite shocked.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not gonna take EVERYTHING back, like, you are a bit of a pussy, but I was out of order. You're not an entire pussy. And I'm sure you're a cool guy to hang around with. I hope we can y'know, be civil."

What does Dyldo reply?

A. "I think it's a bit too late for that."
B. "I think we can be civil yeah."
C. "Yeah, you seem cool too. Let's start from square one." + 1 to Disciplined + 2 to relationship with Goldie
D. Nothing.

-

And just like that, Dyldo's innards clench, as he feels round two incoming. Without any indication, he pushes the bathroom door back open, and runs back inside.
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And light came to him again, his vision had returned, but all he could see was white. Quickly, Herman realised the white was the snow, that he was currently layed face down in. He picked himself up off of the floor, and wiped the beads of snow that were stuck in the creases of his jacket, before looking around him. Slowly, his disorientation was subsiding, and he realised where he was.

And suddenly he was scared again.

He jumped to his feet, before spinning around quickly to see if he was in the clear, but the movement was so fast that the blood rushed to his head, and he toppled over again. Once down, Herman didn't bother to get back up, instead, he just layed there, on his back, in the snow. He looked up at the sky above him, feeling a mix of fear and stupidity, but also helplessness. He felt helpless to stop whatever it was after him on this mountain. He wanted to save himself and his friends, but that occurence in the shed showed he wasn't the guardian for his friends that maybe he'd have liked to think he was.

The moon glowed brightly, as it sat above Herman in the sky. It looked quite beautiful, very beautiful in fact. Herman's helplessness subsided, as did his fear, and as he became drowsy again, he realised that he was quite content. Just to be layed there, looking up at the moon, it didn't make him feel like doing anything. He felt like nothing he could possibly do, would benefit more than what he was doing right now.

And then Herman saw something dart in the way of his vision, silhoutted by the moon, and his curiosity took over his comfort. He was up again, this time just sat, trying to focus on what it was flailing in front of him. It looked like a ribbon of some sort, attached to the branch above him, just floating gently in the wind. Herman reaches out his hand, and took the ribbon into his hand. It wasn't until he held it right in front of his face, that he realised it wasn't ribbon at all.

It was police tape.

Just a small little strip of it, that appeared to be ripped on both ends, was snagged on the branch that he had banged his head on. Police tape. What on earth could that be doing here? It didn't look like it belonged here? Maybe it flew in the wind from somewhere else? But where else? Somewhere else on this mountain?

Combined with the bloody handprint, this was starting to add up in Herman's head. Or, he felt like it was. He hadn't drawn an intelligent conclusion yet from the clues he had gathered, but he knew one thing, he was definitely right to be scared.

What does Herman do with the police tape?

A. Pocket it, in order to show the others later. + 1 to Curious
B. Bury it in the snow, to bring others to this same spot later.
C. Throw it into the wind, getting rid of it.
D. Tear it up, he wants to never see it again.

-

Herman looks back at the moon, that bright glowing full moon, and begins to think. With this new found evidence to fuel his thoughts, what does he do now? Does he risk going back to the lodge to tell the others about it? Does he go back to the cable car station and get the fuck out of here? Does he travel a new route entirely, hoping to find more evidence to back his claim before making any rash decisions? Or does he just forget about going anywhere, ignore any responsibilities and obligations, and sit back down, and stare at the moon some more?

What does Herman do?

A. Go back to the lodge.
B. Go to the cable car station.
C. Search the mountain for more evidence.
D. Sit down, and watch the moon.

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Through the darnkess, Blackie thought he saw something. He could've sworn he saw a silhouette pass between the trees ahead of him, but he wasn't sure. Plus, the last thing he wanted was another run in with a bear. Of all the dangerous animals that you learned how to deal with in Australia, bears weren't one of them.

Blackie ducked down, hoping to conceal himself amidst the trees as he ventured further through them, to uncover the identity of the shadow he saw. Suddenly, he saw another shadow, darting again between trees.

"Shawnie?" he whispered, hoping that if it was his friend, he'd answer. But there was no reply, and Blackie felt that it'd be pointless to give it another go.

And then, upon taking another step, Blackie felt his legs fly out from beneath him, and he felt himself soar up into the air. Blood rushed to his head violently, as he found himself suspended in mid air, swing around, upside down, with no idea why. It wasn't until he looked up, that he found his legs bound together by rope, which itself was attached to a tall tree branch above him. He had walked right into a leg snare.

Blackie swung there helplessly, gritting his teeth at the pain he felt on his legs as they were wound so fast together. But then, the pain in his legs stopped becoming the central problem in his mind, as the shadow unveiled itself. Out of the darkness, re-emerged the bear, as it slowly stomped in Blackie's direction. Blackie's eyes went wide, as his mind raced for a solution to his problem.

What does Blackie do?

A. Yell at the bear and try to scare it off.
B. Shout for help.
C. Attempt to break free of his leg bindings.
D. Remain completely motionless.

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Each step creaked violently as Chris walked up the stairs, and each time he cringed at the sound. Not only did it sound absolutely disgusting, but if there was anything upstairs that he ought to be worried about, his element of surprise was gone. He understood that this was only a holiday lodge for B00Bz and Gina, but the least they could do would be keep it in shape.

Chris reached the top of the stairs, and looked out over the landing. The upstairs hallway was a long one, stretching from one end of the rather large lodge to the other, with doors on either side of the hallway stretching all the way down. Quite creepily, all of them were closed.

Chris started to walk down the hallway, slowly, seeing if he could hear any noises behind any of the doorways. Any indication that someone was in any of these rooms, cos he didn't want to just start opening them all. It might be quite a tedious process, as he had no idea where abouts the bang actually came from.

As Chris walked by another door, his ear pricked, as he began to hear slight shuffling coming from behind it. Chris slowly moved up to the door, his hands sliding up and around the knob, before he gripped it firmly. If he heard another noise, he'd open it.

And he did.

He opened the door quickly, before peering his head inside. He heard whispered voice, as well as rushed shuffling and creaking, before he turned his head to look around the room, and in the corner, saw a bed. In the bed, sat Nig, giving a rather large smile to Chris.

"Hey Chris!" Nig bellowed in a manner that was rather forced and over the top.

Chris raised his eyebrow as he looked back at Nig, "Hey Nig..." he replied, as he continued to inspect the situation. Until he saw it, under the covers, just next to Nig in the bed, was a rather large lump in the bed. Something seemed to be under the covers, or more likely, someone. Chris immediately realised what was going on.

"I was uhh..." continued Nig, rather hesitantly, "I was just getting some sleep! Just, yeah! Got Nogged way too quick, and got really tired! And thought! Hey! Nap time! Y'know! Ahahaha!"

Chris continued to watch Nig, as he struggled to come up with an excuse.

"So yeah, that's why I'm here. Sleep. The good old sleeparoo! Absolutely no other reason, that does not involve anybody else. It's just me."

Chris scanned the rest of the room, and saw on the floor, was thrown girls underwear, and bright pink wellington boots that he knew belonged to Rachel. Nig noticed that Chris saw these.

"They're uhh... they actually... were there when I came in here! Fancy that ei? Didn't want to move them cos, y'know, they're not mine! Ahahaha!"

Chris continues to stare at Nig, who seems to be red in the face now.

What does Chris say?

A. Shames him, "Jesus Nig..."
B. Jokes, "You two have fun now."
C. Fains ignorance, "Alright, have a good sleep."
D. Says nothing.

-

Chris decides to leave Nig to it, and retreats out of the room. Shutting the door behind him, he continues down the hallway, with the floor proceeding to creak with every step he takes. Surely it can't have been Nig and Rachel who made the noise? I mean, he would've adressed it if he did, right? Plus, other than the clothing on the floor, Chris didn't see anything in that room that could have made the noise. He'd have to keep searching.

As Chris continues down the hallway, a small bang echoes down the hall from ahead of him, as one of the doors shakes slightly, the door right at the end of the hallway. Chris stops, and evaluates the door ahead of him. As he ponders on how to approach it, suddenly, there is a louder bang, and it shakes again. Chris flinches back this time, wondering what on earth it could be.

And then, slowly, the door creaks open.

And out steps Katie.

She slowly starts walking towards Chris, looking saddened, with tears in her eyes. Chris can't help but feel sympathy for her, without even knowing the context for why she looks as saddened as she does. Her eyes go wide and helpless, as she looks at Chris.

"Chris..." she utters, "She's turned on us."

And with that, she topples face first to the floor, revealing a large knife lodged into her upper back, right between her shoulder blades. Chris jumps back again, this time even more frightened, but before any of the thoughts racing through his head show a sign of slowing down, the door at the end of hallway bursts open again, and Chris finds himself face to face with a figure in a black cloak, brandishing a large knife in one hand.

Chris figured that his best course of action, would be to get the fuck out of there.

Chris turned and ran as fast he could back down the stretch of the hallway, with the cloaked figure hot on his heels, swiping at him with the knife, but being just out of reach. Chris came up to the door of the room that Nig was inside, and threw all of his weight into it, smashing it open.

Nig and Rachel both jumped, with Rachel immediately diving to cover herself with the covers, and Nig falling out of bed, hitting the wooden floor hard. He looked up at Chris, red faced and embarassed. He quickly tried to improvise, as Chris quickly slammed the door shut behind him, and held it in place.

"...RACHEL!? How did you get in here!? I am trying to sleep!"

Chris shut him up quickly, "Nig! I don't give a fuck about who you fuck! Katie is dead! Katie is fucking dead!"

Nig's face suddenly went pale, and Rachel let the covers drop so they were no longer covering her face, and her expression was similar.

"wut?" she replied.

"Katie's dead! And her fucking killer is in the fucking hallway! She just fucking chased me into here!"

Nig and Rachel were both very scared now, and the pair looked at each other almost in disbelief at what they were hearing. Nig stood up, almost with no aim of what to do, and started putting on his boxers.

"What the fuck are you doing?" asks Chris, "Are there not more important matters right now than getting dressed?"

"I don't want to be running away from a fucking killer with my dick flopping around Chris!"

"There's not enough dick there to flop Nig! Now fucking help me with this door!"

"is they still out therr?" asks Rachel.

And then it hit Chris, that the killer hadn't made any action to get into this room. Chris had no idea why, but he wasn't complaining, it gave them time to come up with a plan.

"I don't know. But we need a plan."

Chris surveyed the room.

"shud we hide?"

"No!" butted in Nig, "You ever heard of the phrase 'you can run but you can't hide'? Hiding never works!"

Nig points at the window at the far end of the room.

"I say we bust through that window and get out of here! Warn the others, and make a fucking run for it, back to the cable car station!"

"were on the 2nd floor tho!"

"And? We've got snow to break our fall! I don't know about you, but I don't want to get stabbed!"

As Nig and Rachel bickered about there ideas, the knife sat uncomfortably in Chris' pocket was giving him another idea entirely. He had a defense against this killer, if he could get them, before they got him...

But was it worth the risk?

What does Chris decide to do?

A. Hide in the room.
B. Escape out of the window.
C. Use the knife to fight back.
D. Nothing.

_________

Amidst all the action, Dyldo sat in a cubicle, taking a shit. He'd chosen a different cubicle from the one he was in previously, as he had decided not to clean the shit up off the floor. Hey, it wasn't his problem. He came to this lodge for Reddit, cheese, supper, and possibly the odd hot Nurse, not to clean shit up off the floor.

The party wasn't what Dyldo was expecting either. It started off pretty good, but from what he saw when he last dipped into the main room, there were only two people in there, and that was Chris and Goldie. Where on earth was everyone else?

And at that thought, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Oh, here was someone. Dyldo felt like shouting, to see who it was, but he figured it might create for awkward conversation, especially whilst he was taking a shit. If they said something, he'd reply, but only then.

And then, in a voice that Dyldo couldn't quite place, echoed the words...

"I know you're in here."

BAM! Dyldo flinched at the crash of one of the cubicle doors getting kicked open, right at the other side of the bathroom. Dyldo almost shit himself again, but luckily, he'd been on the toilet long enough now that history wasn't repeating itself.

BAM! Another cubicle kicked open, this time closer, and Dyldo was starting to get worried.

BAM! again. He needed to act fast, because they'd be on him very soon.

BAM! He began to think of his options. He could always try and run past whoever it was, straight out of the bathroom... but what if he got caught?

BAM! Or, he could pick up the toilet lid, and try and smack them over the head with it when they got to his cubicle. But what if he got overpowered?

BAM! Or he could try and dupe them, and jump from one cubicle to the other in between them kicking open the doors? But what if they saw him do it?

BAM! This was too many bams for Dyldo's liking. They must be only one or two cubicles away from him now. He needed to do something, and he needed to do something now.

What does Dyldo do?

A. Attempt to run past them.
B. Pick up the toilet lid, and fight.
C. Attempt to climb over the cubicles and trick them.
D. Do nothing.

__________

"What the fuck." muttered Hale to himself, as he came back to his senses, and saw where he was, or rather, what had happened to him.

He was tied to a chair with thick rope, by both of his legs, and by his hands, which were tied behind his back. He looked around the room he was in, a dark and dingy one, with dust everywhere. On one wall, hanging on hooks, was a series of rather horrifying looking blades and saws.

Hale began to struggle, becoming instantly frightened for his life. He pulled and yanked at the ropes at his hands, but they didn't seem to be giving any slack. Where on earth was he? And what would happen to him?

Hale couldn't even remember how he got where he was. The last thing he remembered was seeing Rosa get blown to smithereens, and then... and then...

The figure. The needle. It all started to come back to him. He'd been captured. And now what? He was going to be tortured? Experimented on? Killed? Oh no! He couldn't have this! He didn't want to die like this! Not like this!

Hale began to struggle again, but no luck. Maybe he could try and tip the chair over, like they do in the films? He had no idea how that'd help him, but hey. What else could he do? Hale scanned the room around him, looking for anything of aid, and then his eyes settled on the wall with the saws and blades on it. Maybe, if he nudged himself over there, he could grab one of the blades on the wall, and cut himself free. That would be a risky endeavour though, it would be very easy for him to slip up in his attempt.

Or, simply, maybe he could shout for help. He didn't know where he was, but perhaps he could be in the vicinity of someone else. Someone who could help him? But would shouting for help alert the right person? Or would it just let the person who kidnapped him know that he was awake. Either way, perhaps it was worth a go. He couldn't just stay here and do nothing, could he?

What does Hale do?

A. Tip over the chair.
B. Attempt to cut himself free with one of the blades.
C. Shout for help.
D. Do nothing.

___________

Oh dear. Oh deary dear. Things are getting quite hectic now for everyone aren't they! I do hope you make the right decisions, I wouldn't want to see any of you meet your untimely demise in the next chapter, and I mean that from the very bottom of my heart. I really, really do. The demise of a Steed Brother will always be untimely, unless of course, I am involved.

Now, as you see yourself fighting for your life here on this mountain, I must ask you...

Who is it that you believe you are fighting against?

Of course, I am referring to that cloaked figure causing you all so many problems. Now, it'd be silly to think that someone does not hide underneath that cloak, wouldn't it? Anyway, I'd like you to tell me, and this question is entirely open, no multiple choice...

Who do you think the killer is?

I await your responses desperately. In the mean time, try not to die.






THEY'RE WATCHING.
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Hale
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A. You fucking did, yes

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Chris
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D. Nothing.
B. Laugh, "You couldn't be more spot on if you tried."
D. Says nothing.
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Blackie

A. Puts up with the pain and continues. John McClane handled worse than this.
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Herman

A. Pocket it, in order to show the others later.
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Dyldo

C. "Yeah, you seem cool too. Let's start from square one."
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