Gwendolyn’s eye-lids felt like lead. The thermos of coffee next to her had run empty around 250 miles ago. She had been on the road for the past 20 hours straight to arrive in the camp on time - not counting a handful of bathroom breaks. The lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll, and she feared that she wouldn’t be able to muster anything more than dragging her ass to her bunk and pass out after she arrived at her destination.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> “Just a little further Gwen… Don’t fall asleep now.”</span></span>Great, now she was talking to herself!<br/><br/>Eventually, she arrived at a small intersection that lead into the woods. An old sign by the side of the main road, no longer readable from a distance. She stopped the car right next to it and checked what it said.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Camp Crystal Lake   5 miles</span></span><br/><br/><em>“Oh thank God”</em>, she thought. She took the left turn, following the road that should lead her to the camp. Ten minutes later, her 2005 Jetta passed underneath the arch that made up the camps entrance. By the look of it, she wasn’t the first to arrive. Several cars were parked criss-cross around the terrain in front of the cabins. Gwen parked her own car close to one of the bigger cabins. Based on the noise coming from the front door, some people were already inside.<br/><br/>She opened her trunk and got out half her luggage, dragging the bags into the wooden structure. She dropped her bags with a loud thump on the wooden porch as she heard a scream coming from inside. Hesitantly, she opened the door, only to be confronted by a guy holding a hockey mask, a knife and wearing an ear-to-ear grin, two frat boys, a pink-fringed girl wrapped around one of them, and two other girls.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Hey gang… I’m Gwendolyn. I hope I’m not the late to the party?” </span></span>She gave the eclectic bunch a sheepish smile and a wave.<br/>