Prologue

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It was just me, and them. Everyone else was dead. They had all been murdered, and we were the last two. They held a knife, and one of us, wouldn't be making it out alive. This was supposed to be a simple camping trip, something fun, something to help us relax. We all should have known better. Never go camping in a remote area, far from any cities, and no service. It would be the death of us. I am never going camping again after this, in fact, if I make it out alive, I'm never leaving the comfort of my own home, ever again.

They approached me looking at me like I was simply some prey for them to slaughter, they looked deranged. I guess that's what happens when someone is pushed over the edge though, right?

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