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can we get out of here?”
    For some while, Mary had been quiet,
but now she spoke up. “What about Mr. Tucker?”
    “ What about him?” Ken asked. “He’s
probably the one who killed Russ, and probably Abby,
too.”
    “ We don’t know that,” Mary said. “He
might be up there alone. Or he might be hurt. Or maybe he even has
a phone. We didn’t think to ask.”
    “ She’s got a point,” Lance said.
“There might be a land line.”
    “ No.” Gloria stamped a foot on the
wood floor.”No, no, no. We get the hell out of here and we do it
now. We don’t stop for anything.”
    “ I think she’s right, guys,” Ken said,
passing his friends and approaching the still open front door.
“We’ve got to think of ourselves first.”
    He turned to exit, the pistol up
before him.
    A heavy, meaty noise sounded and he
stopped, swaying on his feet.
    “ Ken?” Mary asked.
    Slowly, as if it took all his energy,
Ken turned around. An axe head had been struck into his stomach,
the handle sticking out to one side. Blood poured down and
intestines bulged where the thick steel had been imbedded through
flesh.
    For the longest moment, Ken could only
look down at his wound. Everyone else seemed frozen by the sight.
Then slowly, gradually, he looked up, his gaze a mixture of fear
and confusion.
    “ Mary?” he said.
    Then he collapsed, the gun and axe
crunching beneath him.
    Gloria and Mary shrieked, cringing
away while Lance stood like a stone, his jaw hanging.
    The steady drum of footsteps came to
their ears from outside.
    Lance blinked and spun to the girls.
“Out the back!” He pointed to the inner door next to the
couch.
    “ The gun!” Gloria pointed to Ken’s
body.
    Lance glanced toward his dead friend
between him and the open door and took a step in that direction,
then a shadow loomed outside.
    “ Screw that! Let’s go!” He ushered the
girls towards the back door.
    The three piled out the back of the
building, finding themselves knee deep in grass and weeds, the moon
and the flashlight in Mary’s hands showing a dirt path off to their
left.
    Gloria grabbed Lance by an arm. “The
keys! The keys to the cars.”
    Slamming the door closed behind them,
he took the flashlight from Mary. “Screw that. I’m not going back
in there.”
    Footsteps once more sounded, this time
from inside the cabin. Each step was slow, steady and heavy,
pounding at their ears and at their hearts.
    Gloria became more frantic, nearly
clawing at her checks with her fingernails. “What are we going to
do?”
    “ Mr. Tucker’s,” Mary said, pointing to
the dirt path. “It’s our only choice.”
    “ She’s right,” Lance said, grabbing
Mary by a hand as he lead the way towards the trail.
    When Gloria didn’t follow, the pair
stopped and looked back at her. She stood there running her hands
through her hair, her eyes wide and full of tears and fright. It
was obvious Gloria had reached her breaking point, that she could
run no more, that it was beyond her.
    The cabin footsteps were louder, just
the other side of the door.
    “ Come on,” Lance said to Gloria with a
wave of his flashlight.
    “ We’ve got to get the keys,” Gloria
said, her voice dulled. “It’s the only way.”
    “ Are you out of your mind?” Lance
asked.
    But Gloria never got the chance to
answer. The back door burst open, nearly broken from its hinges,
and a dark form seemingly the size of a bear sprang forth, wrapping
long, muscled arms around Gloria, enveloping her as she screamed,
and pulling her back into the cabin’s darkness.
    Lance and Mary did not wait around.
They turned and took off as fast as they could up the path, though
they hesitated when they heard a last, pain-filled cry come from
the counselors’ cabin.
    “ Poor Gloria,” Mary said,
weeping.
    Lance didn’t allow time for further
crying. He tugged her along and the two of them charged forward
across packed earth.
    Breathing heavy from all their
exertion, they came out of the woods in