A man burst through the door and dropped to his knees, panting deeply as he struggled to catch his breath. When you said he was a man that was technically true, but he was just barely so, maybe just eighteen in the last few months. He wasn't that tall, just about Tanya's height and much less muscled, with lanky limbs and a more lean frame than she had. His short light brown hair was matted to his boyish head and his blue eyes were wide and shining. He was actually rather cute if you did say so yourself. "Need some help?" You asked, extending a hand to him warmly.
He looked up at you, eyes bulging at your grand physique, then accepted your gesture. "Thanks." He said as you easily hoisted him to his feet with one hand. He then scanned the room, looking over each of you before looking back at you. "Is this all of you?"
Before you had a chance to respond Tanya jumped in, stepping between you two as she did. "Why do you ask?" She demanded, her tone filled with distrust.
"It's my girlfriend! Gwen and I were just up here on a camping trip when this maniac jumps out and attacks us! I tried to fight him but it was no use! He grabbed Gwen and ran of with her! I tried to follow him but he was just too fast! Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but you gotta believe me, I need your help!" He explained. You knew that this was an actor hired by the camp, the fact that he didn't call the cops a dead give away, but you decided to play along.
"Alright, we'll-"
Tanya cut you off, her hand clasping over your mouth. "Uh, could you give us a second..." she trailed off, unaware of this person's name.
He realized this and informed her "Will."
"Right, cool, give us a second Will." Tanya said, before gathering all of you into the kitchen. "Ladies, I don't think we can trust this guy, I think he's just trying to lure us out for the headhunter."
Ramona nodded. "I agree. His story is just too fishy, and it would be dangerous to go out at night, too many hiding spots for the headhunter. It's the perfect set up for an ambush."
Next Linda chimed in. "No way, did you see that boy? With a face like his and a body like that he couldn't harm a fly!"
Lastly you deliberated. "I think we should help him. There's strength in numbers, even if we can't find this Gwen girl that's still five on one a opposed to four on one, and if we do find her that's six. Besides, we can't just let him go back out there alone, he'll get eaten alive!"
The discussion went in circles for several minute, until finally...
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