<span style="font-family:Philosopher">Mark Timmons, Sarah White's boyfriend rolled his head and shouldered his pack to hurry up to where his girlfriend awaited them. The people in the rear, their friends from school Ethan and June, were giggling and nigh inseparable as they also picked up the pace to catch up to busy, busy, busy Sarah. Eventually they all caught up with her and followed the trail as it meandered further up the mountain. They had thought themselves alone and at least three of them had a mind of romantic tryst in the woods to come, with Mark especially looking forward to the opportunity to get Sarah alone and do all sorts of things to her that his mother would have called just downright deplorable. But it was those downright deplorable things that had brought him along on the journey, that and the fact that he was also fucking June behind Sarah's and Ethan's backs and hoped to get away with her sometime during the journey. But they would be wrong to assume that they were alone.<br/>
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A hunter stalked them.<br/>
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He had been hunting people like them for years now, moving through the states, always seeking the wild places where he could isolate and kill his targets. He had grown in his skills at murder, ever since he had killed his first as a child. Now, he was a master. Along the Northern Rockies he was the Mountain Tiger Killer for how his murders looked like the work of a wild animal. In the deserts of the Sierra Nevada he was the Artist after he had left his victims posed and tied to cacti around the desert. Everywhere he had a different nickname for the murders he had committed and the FBI believed he was five different serial killers, not realizing that one of the most prolific murderers to ever had lived was n reality the work of just one twisted individual. It was a state of affairs that he was not about to change and, as he watched the four kids trek their way deeper in to his territory, he smiled.<br/>
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He was going to enjoy this. </span>