To survive a chase scene in a horror movie, run. Do not stop to hide; just keep on running until you find yourself in a crowd. It will be more difficult for your killer to hunt you down in a large crowd. Either that, or be the final girl in your movie. Plot armor is the best armor out there.

Matt knows he is a chromosome wrong for being a final girl so he intends to do the former instead. He has had his fair share of scares and gore from all the horror movies and emergency room patients he has seen, so it was not the headless body sitting by the entrance of the mausoleum that scared him off. It was knowing that the psychopath who hacked the head of that poor person was still somewhere in the cemetery.

There was someone watching him earlier, and the eerie howling was just the cherry on top. His legs had no intention of stopping even after reaching the gates. He will only stop until he reached a familiar face but he was not expecting to see one right away that they almost bumped heads into each other.

"Did you see her?" Morgan was in panic.

"Boy, did I?! Wait it’s a she? How’d you know it was a she? And no, I don’t think you’d want to see her? Now let’s go back to the party and call the police!" Matt could not help but imagine the headless body again.

Morgan shook his head and aimed for the open gates to the cemetery when Matt took hold of him. "Why are you going back there?! You said you saw it!" Matt shook him zealously.

"She needs help!"

"I don’t think anyone can help her at this point. Unless it’s a mortician. That person looked pretty dead to me! Probably for hours now! There’s no use helping her."

"She can’t be dead!" Morgan screeched. "What do you mean hours? I was just talking to her a few minutes ago."

Matt tilted his head, confused. Morgan did the same before filling Matt in on what happened with Kira and the incident at the gym. Confused-ridden faces suddenly transformed into looks of concern.

"So the body I found in there was Sara’s...?" Matt shook his head at the thought, suddenly feeling less pity. "I mean, I know how even her own people hated her from time to time, but this is just... wow." Matt pictured the bloody scene he just left. “Oh, and poor Kira. I mean, whoever did that to Sara must still be at the cemetery, and she has no idea. She could be next," he said, matter-of-factly.

"What?" Morgan blurted, shaking his head.

"Oh, right!" Matt exclaimed, realizing he had not caught up Morgan with what had happened back at the cemetery. He held out his hand, showing what he now knew to be Sara’s blood. "We gotta help her."

"I can do it on my own. Go get help. Call the police." Morgan insisted.

"That’s a great idea! There’s a killer on the loose, and you wanna go to the cold, dark, poorly lit, low-visibility foggy cemetery on your own. Now, on the assumption that this killer’s MO is to separate the heads of its victims from the rest of their bodies, would you want to have an open or closed casket at your funeral?"

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It was enough of a scare for Morgan to agree to have Matt tag along. There was no room for hesitation as he jumped through the gates and into the cemetery. Matt had some trouble running behind, but he was catching up every time he could take in some air. The fog was growing thicker, making a more difficult maze out of the cemetery, but they kept going. The cold air whistled through the tombstones, and for a second, they swore they heard someone in the shadows.

"There’s no one there," Matt said as he looked around. He held out a flashlight he had been keeping in his pocket. Whispering to himself for comfort, he said, "Probably just a bird or some small animal. Definitely not the murderer."

"You lost her?" said a voice from out of the fog. A hand grabbed Matt’s arm, making him scream and jump around. Morgan was also startled but managed to clench his fist, ready to throw a punch.

"Calm down you sissies! Where is she?"

Matt held out the light up to the person’s face. Janina Suico stood, arms crossed, with a judging look in the thickening fog.

"Sheesh!" Matt cried out.

"What’re you being jumpy for? Isn’t this your side of the track?" She spoke with such indifference. "I saw you go after her. Don’t tell me you lost her."

"I’m sorry. She was too fast." Morgan said.

"Of course." Janina mumbled. "Can’t really blame you for that."

"And Sara’s body is in there. I’m guessing the murderer is still lurking around somewhere. Actually thought it was you, which was why I screamed. Could you imagine?" Matt said with indifference.

Janina’s face stopped moving, his mouth agape. Matt assumes she was conflicted on what to do first: scold him and Morgan for losing Kira, or ask them what they mean by Sara’s dead body. She even looked like she was about to stretch her arm to swing at the two of them, but instead she turned around, screamed Kira’s name at the top of her lungs, and ran away from them. Morgan shouted for her to return, but she disappeared into the fog just as quickly as she arrived.

"Dude, just to be clear, we’re only here for Kira. We find her, we go back," Matt suggested.

Morgan looked at him crossly before leading the way. The further they ran, the more they realized that they were already far from the cemetery and had entered the forest nearby. Matt tripped on some rocks twice and fell on his face in the mud, while Morgan carried on like a champ. They shouted Kira’s name against Matt’s advice. There was no answer.

"Did you hear that?" Matt said, grabbing Morgan to a stop.

"You’re just scaring yourself. There’s nothing."

"Yeah exactly. I mean, listen. There’s nothing around us." There was no sound at all when just a few moments ago the sound of insects, birds, and the wind was audible. But now there is nothing. Suddenly, Matt felt the same as earlier.

Someone was watching them.

Matt was pushed to the ground with so much force that he rolled a few feet away from where he was. He lay down on his chest, groaning, as Morgan pulled him back up, quickly gripping his right shoulder, fearing a dislocation. His clothes were cut in places, but whatever slashed his jacket and shirt did not reach his skin.

There was some rustling around and something was moving fast, but the fog was too thick to see it. "We should run.” Matt whispered, began to breathe faster. Cold sweat was running down his cheeks.

"I’m not sure where to go,” Morgan said in return, gripping Matt’s arm tightly. "Does it hurt?"

"I don’t think so, but I’ll let you know more when the adrenaline fades and the trauma start to set in."

"Can you see anything all?"

"There!" Matt pointed behind them as he turned around.

Looking in their direction was a white wolf, larger than most they had seen in the Lawton forests. Its eyes were red and glowing like that rare full moon. It bent on its knees, ready to pounce. Matt tried to pull Morgan out of the way, but Morgan was far quicker and stronger, pushing him aside. Matt could only watch as the giant wolf snarled and lunged, landing directly on top of Morgan.