Chapter 5

Jordan said, "Oh the map I put it in my bag."

"Why?"

"Cause you told me too you said that I would be safer with me than you."

"Oh nevermond then I remember that now." Sarah had a sigh of relief. She zipped back up her backpack.

Mike said, "let's have some hotdogs." They all started to shout hotdogs as a joke. Minutes later they were all silently cooking there hotdogs. Embers rose from the fire.

Just a mile ahead a homeless drunk man named Joe was sitting down leaning against a tree. He was drinking a bottle of beer. Joe's life had fallen apart since the divorce only 20 years earlier.

He then had gone bankrupt and his company shut down soon after. Now he had been homeless since. He saw a man walk in front of him. The man was wearing a pure white mask. He handed him the beer bottle. "Do you want some?" He said in a slurred voice.

He for some reason did not notice that the maniac was holding a machete. The maniac raised the machete and slammed it onto his head. Blood ran down his head.

The maniac ripped the machete. Joe had fallen over. Joe had died brutally. The maniac put the machete back in his pocket. The maniac put the dead man over his shoulder. He walked all the way to a decently big enough bush. He threw the body behind the decently big bush. The maniac knew that he was going to have so much and that it was only just beginning.