text: "So what do we do?" Becca asks.
  
  
  "Call the State Troopers."
  
  
  "Are you sure that'll work?"
  
  
  "I don't know," you admit. "Just... it's worth a try."
  
  
  You ring the number, and immediately get an automated voice in your ear. You wait as they go through the numbers, before you hear a shout.
  
  
  "HANDS UP!" a voice screams.
  
  
  You turn, and see Sheriff Buckly walking out from the trees.
  
  
  "Jesus fucking Christ, Alison suggested I track your phones, but I told her it'd be insane for you to use it after I told you I had the equipment to track it. Jesus Christ. Come on, girls. I'm taking you back to camp. I'm going to hurt you, hurt you so, so bad for what you did to Louis."
  > You surrender
  Apocalypse
  
  
  You raise your hands and drop your knife. Sheriff Buckly binds your hands with rope and ties a rag around your eyes as a blindfold, before marching you both off back towards camp. You walk for several minutes, before you're dragged within earshot of your friends, who let out disappointed groans and swears at your capture. Then, your blindfold is torn off. A large circle of stones lies, each stained with a drop of blood. Standing around the circle are the five remaining cultists. Standing around them are a half dozen monster-children that make you want to vomit, the failed attempts at rearing a Key Bearer. They're so deformed, so mutated, they barely qualify as children. One is missing both it's arms, replaced with long, thin, slimy tentacles like pasta. A second is missing most of its face, a gaping hole in its place filled with tiny, wiggling tentacles from the walls, back, roof and floor of the mouth. A third looks like a cute, perfectly normal girl of around four years old, except her mouth hangs open and her eyes are completely black. Another, one of the worst, looks like a cross between a schoolgirl, a fetus and an octopus, and stands wiggling. Still, that's nothing compared to what sits in the middle of the circle. Sitting in the middle, wiggling, is your child. The Key-Bearer is the size of a cat, and is nothing but a seething mass of tentacles that whip around, seemingly drawing lines of purple lightning around itself in the symbol that was carved into you.
  
  
  "Ah, you're here!" Doctor Kessel says eagerly. "I wanted you to see this!"
  
  
  "You're insane!"
  
  
  "I don't care! Now, we begin!"
  
  
  The Key-Bearer speeds up, painting the symbol across the very fabric of reality. The ground begins to crumble away, turning in pure blackness. Suddenly, there's a flash, and the portal opens.
  
  
  Then, it begins.