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As Henry runs throughout the forest, he collides head on with the Screecher. Before Henry can see it, however, the Screecher continues deeper into the forest.

"Did I just run into a tree? It's so dark out here, I can hardly see a foot in front of me."

James reaches the helipad. There is a dead, bloody man lying on the H.

"Oh no, we're too late."

James buries the body and holds a furenal service.

".....and let your beautiful life follow you into heaven. Amen."

James whispers to swania:

"Don't tell ANYONE about holding a funeral for a random stanger."

"Lolwut?"

*Swania puts her head on one of her hands*

"Wasn't there a Shakespeare play with a funeral in it?"

"I think. But I have no idea."

A twig snaps in the background.

"If it's the screecher, just run for it. Hopefully everyone's safe at camp."

(Is Ben not with you guys...?)

(Yea he is, I just don't notice)

"What? What's up with the funeral? Who was that guy...?"

Ben shakes his head.

"What's the point of running if we're going to be chased? We should confront him."

"AAAH! Where'd you come from?! And you're right, we should."

Screecher jumps out of the bushes.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

James is attacked by the Screecher and mildly injured, and is close to death.

"Oh no......help......please......"

James wakes up, minutes later, surrounded by screechers.

"Oh no. not now. I can't-"

James grips his chest, due to a tightening.

"Argh!"

One of the screechers mend his wounds, healing him in an instant.

"I-I-I.....You're all helping me?"

The screechers nod.

"You won't harm Ben, Swania, or anyone else I know?"

The screechers nod again.

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