It was dark... So so dark... Chase could barely see his own feet. He couldn't go back... Not now. Everything was probably smashed and broken. It wasn't safe there, yet again, it wasn't safe here either. All he had was his phone, it was dead. So it was no use to him. He took deep breaths as the spiky bush pierced his skin through his shirt, and the twigs on the ground pierced his knees.

It was silent. Silent.. Silence was his worst enemy. He was left in silence for days after his wife left him and took the kids with her. He had no good memories with silence, even if he really needed it. No birds were chirping, no squirrels or chipmunks were scurrying about. Just.. Pure... Silence.

Chase had to flee his house after someone.. Or something broke in. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. From what he saw before he fled, the creature looked a lot like him.. Or Jack rather. But he had jet black eyes and one piercing green iris. There was blood running down his neck like a waterfall. His shirt was stained with dark red blood and his jeans were ripped. The creature had grabbed Chase when he tried to flee and left a deep gash on his arm before Chase could escape.
Then, he ran. So fast and so far, he wanted out of there.

And now he's here. In the dark with no one around to help him. Hiding behind a bush in the freezing cold weather. To make matters worse, it had just started raining.

At this point, his breath was almost nonexistent and the thorns and twigs were swimming in his blood. He started to feel cold... But not because it was raining and probably -25°. It was the cold feeling you get when a presence is behind you.. But he put in the back of his head.

With one last deep breath, he slowly emerged from the bush and slowly started waking through the forest trying to find life besides the trees or civilization.

Chase held his hands close to his chest, breathing heavily. After a while he felt like someone was following him, every once in a while he heard faint footsteps.

Surprise.

Chase skipped a breath and almost screamed as he felt large hands grab his small arms tight. There was a small giggle.

Chase froze.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't scream.

"You really think you can escape me, Chase?"

Chase couldn't spit out words, he couldn't find any. He choked, it was pure torture. Then, he felt a cold blade touch the skin on his neck. There was another giggle, except louder this time, before the blade slowly slid across his neck, so deep, the blood started pouring out if his neck and dripping onto his shirt. He couldn't scream, but the searing pain was unbearable.

He heard two chilling words before his last dying breath.

"Say goodbye."