The next morning, Stingray's body had been found. The group had gone to their cabins to gather their belongings and when Mitch, Chris, and Nathaniel entered their shared cabin, there he was just laying on the floor. They both screamed, causing the rest of the group to come running towards them. They all stared at the body. None of them had ever seen so much blood before. It was like someone had taken a chainsaw right to his stomach. There was a pool of blood surrounding him and his intestines practically laid on the floor next to him. Nathaniel ran to the side of the cabin and threw up. He didn't understand how anyone could have the stomach to do something like that. Nathaniel had never been able to watch horror movies. They terrified him to the point where he used to go and crawl into bed with his parents at night. Even the thought of scary movies terrified him and now, he had not only watched his best friend get murder right in front of him, but he had also seen someone's insides.

All Nathaniel wanted to do was go home and hug his mom, but he had no way to leave and he had no doubts that he was going to end up getting murdered just like everyone else. He was smaller than they were. He wasn't the fastest runner or even that good of a fighter. He barely even knew how to throw a proper punch. Nathaniel was honestly surprised that he had managed to make it this far, but he wasn't sure just how much longer he could take it. He wasn't sure how much longer he could manage to survive. Out of the remaining teens, he was the weakest link and he knew that. It would only be a matter of time before whoever the killer was decided to take him out. It was sad to say, but Nathaniel was counting down the seconds until he would be the next victim.

After the shock of Stingray's body had warn off, they all left the cabin and continued to gather their things. Chris, Mitch, and Nathaniel tried their hardest to walk around Stingray the best they could without stepping in his blood. No one had dared to move the body. They had all been scared to and honestly, who could blame them? As soon as they were done collecting everything, the three boys turned to exit the cabin, but were stopped in their tracks when Mitch noticed someone strange standing in front of the steps.

"Oh shit," Mitch said.

"What?" Chris asked, looking out the window and seeing the masked figure standing in front of their cabin.

Mitch shut the door as fast as he could, but he was no use. The masked killer had stuck their foot in the doorway, blocking it from closing. The door was pushed open and there was nowhere for the three boys to go. Nathaniel backed into the corner as Mitch and Chris went in opposite directions of the room. The killer stood by the door, not allowing them any way to leave. They started to slowly approach Chris until his back was pressed against the wall of the cabin. He had nowhere else to turn and before he knew it, a knife was being pushed right into his abdomen and pulled right back out. The killer stabbed him a second time, making sure to twist the knife before pulling it out. Chris clutched his stomach before falling to his knees. He collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Nathaniel gasped and tried to move, but he couldn't. All he could seem to do was back himself farther into the corner. Seeing that the killer was currently distracted by Nathaniel, Mitch took the opportunity to run for the door. He thought he had managed to make it out, but before he could take one step out the door in front of him stood another masked figure. Mitch looked back and forth between the two killers. All this time they had thought there had just been one, but there was two. It didn't make any sense. Mitch took notice of how the killer in front of him was slightly smaller than the other one. He thought that he could easily try and push past them, but when he tried to, the killer had grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He fell to the ground. He tried to get back up, but was kicked back down. The killer stood over him and then bent down in front of him. They raised the knife in the air before quickly bringing it back down and thrusting it into his chest not once, not twice, but three times.

The second killer turned to look at Nathaniel. He tried to scream and call out for help, but he couldn't. All he could do was stare at the two masked killers in front of him and cry. He hated feeling weak and as if there was nothing he could do. He hated knowing that there was no way for him to escape and no chance of making it out alive. Most of all, he hated that he was never going to get the chance to hug his mother ever again. Even though he knew there was no chance he would escape, Nathaniel finally managed to muster up enough courage to try. He attempted to make a run for it, but the killer who had been standing in front of him extended their leg out in front of him, causing Nathaniel to trip. He busted his chin on the hardwood floor and tried to get back up on his feet, but with a killer directly behind him and in front of him, there was no way. Nathaniel knew he was about to die and there was nothing he could do but accept it. At least he could say that he tried.

Their bodies were discovered thirty minutes later after they didn't show up to the center of the campsite like they were supposed to. The group had gone to their cabin to search for them, until to see the bodies piled up together covered and drenched with blood.

"Well, that's just fucking great," Tory responded. "We leave for two seconds and now three more people are dead."

"The killer could still be around," Aisha responded. "Maybe we should get inside in case he comes back."

"Who said the killer was a he?" Tory asked. "Females can be killers too you know."

Sam scoffed. "Well, that doesn't make you sound suspicious at all."

"I'm suspicious because I said that the killer might be a girl?" Tory said.

"You're the only one who seems to care is all I'm saying," Sam responded.

"How do I know it's not you?" Tory asked.

"How do you—what? Tory, it's not me!" Sam said. "I was with you, like, the entire time."

"Except for when you went to the bathroom," Aisha responded.

"I've seen enough horror movies to know that doesn't mean shit!" Tory said, ignoring Aisha. "There's this thing called there being two killers. Ever seen Scream or heard of the two-killer theory from Sleepaway Camp?" Tory said.

"Can you two just stop arguing?" Miguel asked. "We just have to stick together, okay? We can't let each other out of our sight."

"Thank god you didn't say we have to split up. I think I would have killed you myself," Tory said.

"Well, that's totally not suspicious," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Wow, there you go putting the blame on me again," Tory said.

"You put the blame on me too!" Sam said.

"I just wanna get out of this nightmare, okay? Some psycho is out here trying to murder us and I don't wanna be next," Tory said.

"Exactly. So can we please stop blaming each other and just fucking survive?" Hawk said.

"I don't wanna die. I'm too young to die. I can't die not yet. I'm a still a virgin. I don't wanna die a virgin!" Demetri said.

Demetri looked over at Aisha who started shaking her head. Then, he looked at Tory and Sam.

"Don't even think about it," Tory and Sam warned at the same time.

Out of options, Demetri looked in the direction of Miguel and Robby. At this point, he was desperate and didn't care either away. The only thing he wanted was to not die a virgin.

"Dude, no way!" Miguel said.

"Are you insane?" Robby asked.

"Don't you dare even look at me," Hawk said.

"Hey, think about it this way; according to horror movie logic virgins almost always survive so maybe it's not a bad thing," Tory said.

"Almost always? Almost always?! That isn't an always, Tory!" Demetri said. "I might still die!"

"You're not going to die, okay? None of us are going to die," Miguel said.

"You don't know that! I bet everyone else thought they weren't going to die and look what happened to them! They're dead," Demetri said. "DEAD! I knew I shouldn't have come on this stupid trip. Fucking bonding experience my ass."

"You seriously need to calm down," Robby said.

"I will not calm down!" Demetri shouted.

"Dem, I already promised that I won't let anything happen to you and I meant it, okay?" Miguel said.

Demetri nodded. "Yeah, yeah...okay."

"Can we go inside now?" Hawk asked. "If the killer is still around then I don't want be here when they come back."

The group started walking towards the cabin next door.

"If the killer isn't one of us," Tory responded.

"And why are you so certain that it's one of us?" Sam asked.

Tory shrugged. "Just a hunch."

Sam rolled her eyes as she followed the group to the cabin. For the rest of the day, they kept a close eye on each other. With the numbers of people left alive starting to dwindle even more and seemingly out of nowhere, it was getting harder to not put the blame on each other. It also didn't help that Tory was so adamant that the killer was one of them. The only thing was that no one could figure out who it was. No one could remember seeing anyone sneaking out of the cabin while they were gathering their belongings. They had tried to stay in each other's line of sight as much as possible. It seemed impossible to think that someone had managed to sneak off for even a few minutes while their cabinmate's back was turned.

There was also the thing that Tory had said about the two-killer theory. Could there really be two killers? The entire time they had only thought that there was one, but what if there had really been two all along? The more the group thought about it, the more it made sense. There were moments—like when Bert was killed—that they had been in pairs the entire time. Was it possible that there was a pair working together? If so, then who could it be? Which two people would have enough motive to want everyone dead? No one knew, but what they did know was that with the number of people left quickly dwindling, it was becoming harder and harder to fight to stay alive. If the number of people left alive kept dropping at the rate it was, then by Sunday night, only two people would be left alive.

No one knew who was going to die next or how the killer or killers were going to manage to murder them with a watchful eye on them at all times. It looked like they were going to have to start getting creative and figure out every way possible to somehow convince the group to split up. It wasn't going to be easy, but they had managed to easily outsmart everyone so far. How hard could it be? Judging by the fact that by the fact that three more people were going to be dead by the next morning, it couldn't be that hard.

i loved reading your theories! they're all amazing.

the question this time is:
since only one person will survive, who do you hope/think it'll be?

and any thoughts on there being two-killers?

- emilia