"Alright guys, new day ahead. We got this." Lots rubbed his hand together. "We are all going to head back to the mansion and dig up the grave."

There were several looks passed around the people, though no one protested, but none looked too eager as well. 

As the gang walked, Lots noticed one person hasn't moved yet:

"Liz come now." Lots gestured her to follow.

"No." Liz said plainly, as she sat in a curled up position, with arms hugging her legs.

"Hey. What's wrong now?" Lots walked up to her.

"Everything man...It's all pointless and useless man..." Liz said disparagingly. 

"Don't say that now, we are gonna get to the bottom of this-" Lots instinctively stepped back as a silvery arc was drawn across the air, where he once stood.

"Leave me the fk alone!" Liz yelled.

Everyone froze and turned to her.

"I AM TIRED OF ALL THIS FKIN BS! WE ARE ALL JUST GOING TO DIE!"

Lots tried to get closer, but the kitchen knife in Liz's hand suggested otherwise.

"Lots!" Creaking out from behind. "Just leave her be for now."

For a moment Lots meet Liz's eyes; they were deader then a dead person. 

"Lots!" Creaking called out again, and finally as if realizing something, Lots backed off and rejoined the rest of the squad. 

"Alright let's go." Lots said after looking at Liz one last time.

Seeing the rest of them leave, Liz curled back against the tree again and began to quietly mutter:

"We are all going to die..."

5 Remaining?

Q: Who do you think is the killer?