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Okay, so I'm not too sure if this'll be any good, but I'll let our majority-agreed-plot fly and hopefully we get something good going! Sorry for not being a slasher to start out with, Bo, but hopefully you'll still get the hang of things.
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*Marco Raymarc, a 20-year old grinning spaz pressing down the pedal of a PT Cruiser, drives down a curvy road, indulging in the odd attraction of the flora and fauna appraoching the Appalachian Mountains, not exactly paying attention to the road... Something he pays for when he realizes he has surreptitiously shifted almost completely to the wrong side of the road, with a pickup truck speeding directly towards him! The driver of the other car swerves to his wrong side of the road to miss a head on collision. Marco reacts just in time, pulling more to the left and tapping his brake for the cars to only scrape each other, sending him into the side of a mountain. The truck driver drives on, spooked out of his mind, wildly shaking his fist at Marco and cursing. Marco shakes off the crash and crawls out of the seemingly minor wreck*

Marco: Cruiser-bruiser you stupid old sonofabitch!!

*Marco tries in total vain to run after the truck for a bit, only to spit in the road and return to his car and attempt to start it again. To his surprise, it doesn't. More pissed off than really shocked or depressed, Marco takes the keys, a backpack full of food, knives, various handbooks, equipment, movies, and some various electronics.*

Marco: Ehh, screw the rest.

*A sign reads "CHANNARD CAVES, 2 MILES". Marco finally takes an IPod fallen into the back of the car and puts it into his pocket, blaring "Come on Eileen"*

Marco: Let's go places Chrysler won't get you!

Name: Chris
Weight: 225 lbs
Height: 6 feet, 4 inch

Notable Equipment:

Jean Pants
Camouflage Jacket
A Large Hunting Knife
Radio Transmitter (Walky-Talky)
9mm Pistol, Two Clips
Flashlight
Canteen Filled W/ Water
Timex Digital Watch

Chris moved his hands over his jean pants, wiping the dirt from them. He had once again conquered the descent of another large hill. The leaves covering the ground masked the sometimes loose soil that would creep towards his feet. Luckily, this wasn’t his first trip into the woods, but this time, he was trying to escape them. This type of stuff was not uncommon to him, but it was different this time around. These woods were very unfamiliar to him, and he just wanted out. While walking quickly, he put the flash light he was carrying into his left hand, freeing up his right. He pulled a walky-talky out of his right-side jacket pocket. An eerie red glow slightly illuminated his face, not as much as before. It was growing dim, who knows how much battery life this thing had left in it. On any other day this wouldn’t matter much to him. However, on this night, it was the only bit of comfort he had left. Even though the thing hadn’t made a peep in hours, this didn’t stop Chris from periodically stopping to yell at it.

While trying to keep a steady pace through the woods, Chris pressed the side-button on the transmitter and talked into it. Every time he did this he expected to hear Tom’s voice reply to him, but that hadn’t happened in hours. It seemed like hours, anyway. This transmitter was his only last bit of comfort he had left, yet it still haunted him. Every time he used it there was no reply, but Chris could still hear Tom’s warning message through his head. He had to shrug this off and continue through the woods. He placed the transmitter back into his pocket. He was looking for any type of human existence. Luckily, he hadn’t run into any wildlife big enough to warrant the use of his pistol.

Chris glanced down at his watch. He hated watching the hours grow later. It was getting colder, as well. It was only fall time, but the nights could get cold. Especially when you’re in the mountains and you weren’t expecting to stay the night up there. Chris could see his own breath in front of him being lit up by the dull moonlight. It was like the exhale of cigarette smoke, but without the dramatic effect. Suddenly, Chris got pounded in the face with light for a split second. The light fell off to the side of his face, moving through the woods. Eventually, it rested to the left side of Chris before it turned off. This was obviously caused from a vehicle. Chris began to run through the woods with everything he had. When he was actually concentrating on climbing down steep hills, he would often fall due to the leaves and loose soil, but this time he seemed to run through the woods flawlessly.

He heard the door slamming of a vehicle. After that, he somehow seemed to make his way through the woods even faster. It wasn’t long before he emerged from the tree line. To his surprise, there was a cabin in the clearing. Bright lights shined through the windows, he had made it. He ran to the cabin door and began pounding his fist against it. No matter how much it hurt, he delivered a steady rhythm of knocks on the door. The coldness in the air amplified his pain x10. The door swung open, a lady holding a cigarette between her lips stood right in front of him. Chris smiled, went to open his mouth and nothing but a gasp came out. He fell to one knee and balanced himself by quickly latching onto the door frame. He was staring at the ground, trying to catch his breath. He tried to look up at the woman who had answered the door, but every time he did so, his head just fell back down. He was exhausted.

Name: Zander Reynolds Vanmorten the 3rd. Zane or "Z" to his friends.
Weight: 175 lbs
Height: 5 feet, 11 inches

Notable Equipment:
2007 Hummer
RIM BlackBerry 8300 GPS and Wifi
1 weeks change of clothes
2 blankets
1 pillow
suit case
tennis shoes
Boots
Ball Cap
Sun glasses
Mountain bike
Pick axe
Shovel
Grooming Kit
Adventure Medical Expedition First Aid Kit
Which Includes:
1..... "Comprehensive Guide to Wilderness & Travel Medicine 2nd edition" by Eric A. Weiss M.D.
1..... Digital Thermometer 90F° - 105F°
1..... EMT Shears
1..... Splinter Picker Forceps
1..... Scalpel #11 Blade Sterile
1..... Dentemp
1..... Duct Tape
7..... Pill Vials
3..... Safety Pins
1..... Waterproof Matches
1..... Accident Report & Pencil
50.... Portable Aqua tablets
6..... Oral Rehydration Mix
40.... Extra Strength Tylenol®
40.... Motrin®
10.... Aspirin (325mg)
28.... Antihistamine
10.... Cold Medicine
12.... Tums®
8..... Diamode (Immodium®)
1..... Glutose Paste
6..... Cortisone Cream 1%
4..... After Bite® Sting Relief
1..... Nasal Spray
1..... Laerdal® Face Shield
3..... 8x10 and/or 5x9 Trauma Pads
6..... Nitrile Examination Gloves
2..... Antimicrobial Hand Wipes
2..... Infectious Control Bag
1..... Emergency Reflective BlanketR
1..... 20cc Irrigation Syringe
1..... Surgical Scrub Brush
3..... Povidone Iodine Solution (1 oz.)
20.... Wound Closure Strips
3..... Tincture of Benzoin
10.... Antibiotic Ointment
10.... After Cuts & Scrapes®
32.... 4x4 or 3x3 or 2x2's Sterile Dressing
2..... Eye Pad
4..... Non-adherent Sterile Dressing
2..... Conforming Gauze Bandage (2" or 3")
2..... Adhesive Tape 10 yards (1/2" or 1")
30.... Strip & Knuckle Bandages
4..... Cotton Tipped Applicators
1..... Tender's After Burn® Aloe (1 oz.)
2..... Spenco 2nd Skin®
2..... Moleskin (7x4)
2..... Non-woven Adhesive Knit
1..... SAM® Splint
1..... Elastic Bandage w/ Velcro® (2" or 3")
2..... Triangular Bandage
2..... Motrin®

Spelunking Gear for A Number of People:
3 Halogen Lamps
Hard hats w/ head mounted halogen lamps (white lights) (per person)
5 Green Glow Sticks (per person)
Padded Fleece Waterproof Jumpsuits, Zip Up(per person)
Elbow and Knee Pads (per person)
Rubber Boots (per person)
Fleece Socks (per person)
Clear Goggles(Per person)
1 week dry rations(per person)

Rappeling Kit (per person):
Rappel Harness (One size fits all)
Tactical Leg Rope Bag
100 Feet, 3/8th Inch Black Rappel Rope, rated at 5500 lbs MBS.
Two (2) Petzl Tri-Act Auto-Locking Aluminum Carabiners (28kN)
One (1) Kong Lightweight Figure Eight Descender (30kN)
One (1) Anchor Strap

2 Homemade Waterproof Gunpowder Pipebombs (These are NOT weapons per se, but for making tight tunnels bigger. And they're fun too!!!!)

4 bottles of tequila
4 cases of Yingling Beer
1 ounce of marijuana
1 pipe
1 90 year old bottle of scotch
1 carton of Marlboro's
1 Zippo
Limes
Salt
Food (Whatever, damn, this list is taking FOREVER!!!!!!)


Zane was still fuming. Taking the turns on the mountains a little too sharp, a little too fast, he thought about the fight he had with his parents before he left for the cabin to meet up with his friends. His father completely disliked the people who had become his friends in college. They were beneath him, his father said. It was bad enough Zane didn't go to pops Alma mater, but ivy league schools were way too pretentious for Zane. In the "BigView" of things they didn't matter to him, and he didn't really think they meant a positive thing to the world. Sure, a top 5 college would give him clout and power to make a change in the world, but he was afraid that by the time he left the school it would change him. Anyways, schools like Harvard or Yale had shit for Social Services Studies. He still thought about that and laughed.
His father normally didn't even know what Zane did with his free time. But the cabin his father owned for his "yearly business partners hunting trip" was hard to use without his father knowing. A care taker came out every month or so, and Zane wasn't sure if the guy would show up and ruin a good time. The caretaker he knew normally went armed with a hunting rifle that seemed a mile long. And the caretaker was his father man. Loyal to a fault because of the money pops through at him. So Zane asked his father permission, and pops of course denied him. And that's when his father started in on him about his friends. About Marco, and Emily, and the rest. Zane began screaming at his father, and of course Moms just sat there, with her head slightly turned away, and not a peep out of her socialite, xanax chewing, pool boy loving mouth. Finally pops "gave in", but with a stipulation. He wanted to introduce Zane to some "Very Important People", blah, and if Zane agreed, he could have the cabin for the week. Reluctantly Zane thought of people with dollar signs in their eyes, smoking cigars, and asking him about his future. When your father was the CEO of a major corporation, people assumed just because you carried his name, you would become the same kinda money hungry, selfish slime. But Zane really wanted this time with his friends before the end of college. It was important to Zane because he wanted to give something back to the people who had given him something that he couldn't really find in his fathers world. True friendship. And he wanted to give them something new to experience. Spelunking. There was truly nothing more opposite of his fathers world then becoming lower than the low (Hehe), underground, and dirty and filthy as you could possible be. In truth, cave exploring always made Zane feel more free, more safe when he was in the bones of the earth. Closer to something real.
It took a minute for Zane to find the gravel drive way to the cabin and he drove in. Emily's car was parked there, and that was good, and he was wondering when everyone else would get there. He saw just a bit of smoke curling from a slightly opened window and jokingly thought to himself that you could normally see Emily first from the Indian smoke signals that she let off. He pulled his Hummer up to the door, put on the emergency brake, and hopped out. Then it occurred to him that some how Emily had gotten in, but Zane and the caretaker were the only people with keys to the cabin. Hmmm, strange. He turned the door knob, and indeed it was unlocked. Zane saw Emily sitting at the table, cigarette between two fingers, and with a warm smile says " Hi Em! Give me a hug!!!"

Name: Ray (The Mad Bull) Hatter, Bull to his Friends

Ray had Grown up in this area but moved away when he was 22 to pursue his life long dream of becoming a Pro MMA fighter. Ray now the age of 26 suffered a near career ending injury in his last fight and decided it'd be best to go back home away from the distractions of the the big city life to start his rehab. When Rey got back home he decided he would invite his two friends Chris and Tom to come back with him so the three of them could do some hunting. The day before the big hunt was suppose to go down Chris and Tom decided the would go out and do some scouting. This would help Rey out because he wouldn't be able to get around as good a normal because of his torn ACl. The three figured that Chris and Tom could find where some game had been feeding and Rey could just set up his deer blind and it would be easy picking for him.
Later on that day Ray started to get worried because his friends still had gotten out of the woods yet so Rey decided to go look for his two buddies. Rey drove on and drove on in his 1986 Chevy Silverado but there was still no sign of his friends. Before leaving the heavy wooded area that he was now in Rey decided to try one more place. He headed down the long dirt road and all the time he was thinking to himself man guys I hope your not down this way because this is the Vanmorten's property and our families really don't get along that well. Just then Rey come up to the Vanmorten's cabin and in the distace he could see that there were some people inside so he figured he would check it out. Rey went up and knocked on the door and sure enough Zander opened the door.

Name: Gabby
Breed: German Shepherd
Sex: Female
Weight: 80lbs
Height: 25inches
Owner: Zander Reynolds Vanmorten the 3rd. Zane or "Z" to his friends.

Notable Equipment:
Black Leather Studded Collar
Retractable Leash
Black Leather Dog Harness (Multi-Purpose)

Gabby would bark at Zane each time he would pull a sharp turn.
She was worried for Zane, her notable owner.
She could sense he was quite upset. she didn't quite no why yet, but she knew he was.
Minutes/hours passed, Gabby grew tired and weary from all the barking at Zane, so she fell asleep.
Only to awake when Zane's Hummer came to a screeching halt.
Abby barked at Zane and snarled her nose up at him, she hated to get woke up.
As Zane hopped out of the car, Abby wasted no time she jumped out right behind him.
He had her well trained, she knew she better listen to her master.
As Zane walked upto the cabin door, Abby soon followed.
She pranced right up to the damn cabin door like she owned the place.
Zane looked at her and rolled his eyes, he knew how Abby acted snobbish sometimes.
Abby just looked at him with an odd smirk.
Zane turned the knob and entered, going up to Emily.
Abby felt a little jealous, she relished in all of her owners attention.
She hated when he forgot about her. So Abby pranced over to the other side and sat down on the wooden floor.
In which she blew air from her nostrils in a hesitation about how cool the wood floor was.

"Man! What a crazy, busy day!" Zane says a bit exasperated as he answered the knock at the door. He opens it a bit quickly, wondering who is on the other side. And there stood Ray, and Zanders face lit with joy.

"Bull, my man! Whats up?!?!" "It's been awhile, and no, my asshole dad and his friends are not here! Man I've missed you! Just the other day, I was telling a buddy at school about the time we replaced all of my dads business partners bear hunting shells with blanks that we made. Now was it really OUR FAULT that they got attacked by a bear and Mr. Chin lost a finger?? Hhehehehehe! Dude, those were the days. They still have no idea why ALL their bullets were misfires! Hehe. I'm having a little get together this week up here, and feel free to stick around.We have a TON of "Party Favors", if ya know what I mean. We're going cave diving in a few days, and I got plenty of equipments, so hang out man. We'll catch up!"

Zane waited for Ray to come in, reached down and stroked Gabby's beautiful light fur, and looked back at Emily.

"So Em. Who's the hobo lookin' dude that's crashed out on the floor? I don't mind another, hell, the more the merrier, but he isn't a dangerous serial killer or something is he?"

Zane stepped over the stranger on the floor, walked to the table, and pulled a bottle of tequila out of the bag. He twisted the cap, took a swig, and put the bottle on the floor next to the strangers head.

"Well, when he wakes up, maybe a little hair of the dog will make him friendly, no offense Gabby."

"Hey Em, ya got any papers?"

Gabby looked up at Zane with a big grin, while Zane continued to pat her head.
Until Zane's attention turned to the weird man lying on the wooden floor.
Gabby walked up to the man cautiously sniffing him, & prodding him.
She scruffed her nose in the air taking in his scent,
wondering if he was of any threat to Zane.
Gabby nudged him one more time, until she gave up and wondered off.
She wondered over to Emily who was puffing on her cig.
Gabby drew in a deep breath only to sneeze.
The cigarette smoke in the air was to much for her, so she wondered over to Zane.
Nudging him for some more attention, whining a little aswell.

Gabby noticed that Emily was ignoring her.
So she just wondered off, until Emily whipped out steak!!!
Gabby's nose shot straight up in the air!
She barked not to loud but loud enough, to let Emily know she wants some steak!
She didn't care if it was cooked or not, I mean Gabby is pretty ravenous at times.
Gabby snarled a bit, when she realized the steak wasn't for her.
She pouted a little bit, and took off over towards Zane.
In hopes that Zane would butter her, by giving her some of that there steak.
She knew it was a long shot. Zane liked Emily, and Gabby knew it!
What Emily say's goes! & ya better believe it!

A few minutes passed.
And Gabby soon realized Zane wasn't giving in... so she wondered over to the cabin door.
She clawed at the door, signaling to Zane to let her out.
She eventually opened the door herself, and head out.
But it wasn't long till she came back in barking!

What made her so scared?

Zane looks to Gabby with Alarm. "Gabby girl?!?! Whats wrong little lady? Guy's, she usally doesn't bug out like that normally. Is someone outside or something? Hey, I think I heard something. Shhhhhhhhh! Be quiet for a second." Zane quietly walks over to the fireplace and grabs the poker.

Gabby walks closely to Zane, looking up at him barking.
She prowls closer to the door ahead of Zane, signaling him that something is out there.

Zane tells the rest to keep quite.

Gabby's ears perk up. And she growls at the door, teeth baring.
Her eyes slightly change. 'showing she is now in attack mode'.

"Sonofabitch!"

*Yep, he brought the dog... That's just peachy. Now Marco would have to worry not only about being torn up before stepping foot in the cabin, but also about getting germs all over him in the night and coming back to a cabin with all the stuff he tried to keep safe thrown all over the place, and mauled. In a sudden fugue of disregard, Marco threw the door open, and prepared for a shit-storm of teeth. To his pleasant surprise, there were none, just the familiar faces from high school looking at him fairly amused.*

*After a few slight acknowledging murmurs, Marco spoke to the familiar face nearest to him.*

"You brought the dog, Zane. You know I don't agree with dogs, Zaney"

*Nonetheless, he reached out and shook his hand before moving on to the others, greeting them with more quick, semi-awkward-handshakes, until moving to take his usual spot on chair far away... Only to finally notice the final guest, lumped unconscious under a sleeping bag.*

"Who the hell is that?? Melvin?"

Gabby barked at Marco, she could see how much he disliked her.
She actually thought of biting his nuts off, but turned to Zane and decided against it.