I talked those naive bastards into going out into the woods with me, in search of a cabin that didn't exist. As they walked in the direction I had pointed them in; I would go off on my own. Mostly, I would be looking for Sasquatch. I would sniff the ground and gather sticks or clumps of shit. Anything I thought might be useful. I would also watch my friends without their knowledge. Waiting to see if and when Jake might let on that he knew the truth. Or, at least as much of the truth that he thought he knew. He finally came to me and told me that I was acting weird and it was obvious that I was lying to everyone. I told him that if he said anything, I would kill him in his fucking sleep. And, I meant it.

I didn't notice it at the time, but things started getting weird when I stopped having those visions. All of the days started blurring together. I was sleeping little and eating less. And, yet, I didn't seem to notice. There were men in diapers and friendly squirrels among other oddities. On the day Cassidy and Az left, she said that we had been in the woods for two weeks. It couldn't have been that long. She had gotten me so pissed that I didn't realize what she had said was wrong. Or that none of us, myself excluded, looked like we had been wandering around in the woods for that long.

When Meg and Jake left, they left me out there to die. I wanted them to leave me and in my mind it was good that they left. But, it shows what kind of friends they were. Or, at least it would have.

I was telling the story to my Sasquatch friends when it all got fucked around. I had just got finished telling them about what I thought my human friends were doing at that moment, how they were wasting their lives and all. I scooched a little closer to the fire and closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke, however, I wasn't sitting by the fire with my new friends. I was leaning against a tree, my little book in my lap. Asleep on the ground in front of me were my old friends. Az had a make shift bandage around his arm, so I at least knew this was sometime after the night he had fallen out of the tree. It was so unreal. There had been no diaper men, no meeting my new friends, and most importantly, these stupid fucks still didn't know that there was no cabin. Except for Jake, of course, but I hoped he'd be smart enough not to say anything.

I found myself standing over them, resenting them for the dream I had. I blamed them for taking that away from me. I knew… just knew that there was no way the Sasquatch would come for me so long as they were here. And, that the point of this last vision was clear. They weren't welcome.

Cassidy, who had been sharing a sleeping bag with Az, opened up one eye. That one accusing eye looked up at me.

"Donner… what the fuck are you doing?"

I didn't say anything. She grunted at me. I used to like that grunt, but not anymore. I had to plan this out. I turned and walked a few steps away.

With my back to her, I quietly said, "There is no cabin."

There was a pause before she yelled, "What?!" and threw something that hit me in the back. She proceeded to call me things such as 'stupid fucker', 'sorry fucker', and other names that ended with 'fucker'. I didn't turn around.

Cassidy's yelling woke the others. I walked into the woods, hoping that they would leave. They were yelling for me, yelling at each other. I'm almost positive Jake let it slip that he knew. I walked until I was finally out of range of their voices. I sat by a tree for the entire day, waiting. After twelve hours or so, I had it in my head how I was going to do it. I didn't really want to, but it was the only way. If they wouldn't leave on their own, I had to… well… you know.

I wandered back over to their campsite. They had apparently decided to stay the night. I had the map… I was the only one who could get them back out. I looked down at them sleeping. I thought for sure that I must have been having another dream or vision because I didn't feel like myself. It was almost like I was watching myself watch them.

The first one was Az. He was already injured, so I figured he would be the easiest. I woke him up, telling him to come with me because I had something to show him. He was always so fucking trusting of me. He asked no questions as I led him what could have easily been a half-kilometer from the others. Nothing but moonlight lit our way. I let him get ahead of me. Telling him to keep going, it was just up ahead. When he wasn't paying attention, I snuck up right behind him. I caught his foot with mine, causing him to trip. As luck would have it, my luck not his, he fell right onto his hurt arm. He cried out, but before he could look at me… I don't think I could have done it had he looked at me… I pulled out my Swiss Army Knife and stabbed him in the back. I must have caught a lung because he didn't make a noise. I didn't hang around to see if he died. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to think. I just had to do. Why? Because it was the only fucking way. They would never come for me otherwise.

I wanted Cassidy to be last, but I knew Jake had to be last. He was stronger than me. And, I couldn't risk Meg waking him up just yet. So, Cassidy had to be next. I walked back to the camp. They were all still sleeping. I had Az's blood on my hands and probably my clothes as well. But, it was dark. I quietly woke Cassidy up. She bitched, but I persisted. I used all the same sweet words and moves that I used when I wanted to get her into bed. No doubt, that's what she thought my intentions were. I led her off into the woods, my arm around her shoulders. We got to be what I thought was a far enough distance from the others when I stopped. Always the aggressive one, she pushed me up against the nearest tree. Her hand almost immediately found it's way into my pants. For a brief moment, I forgot that I wasn't out there to fuck. I had something more important to do. I wrapped my arm around her, and held her tightly against me. Then, as I stuck the knife in her, I said, "I love you, baby".

By this point, I was freaked out. I think it finally clicked in my head that what I was doing was wrong. So fucking wrong. But, I wasn't myself. I knew that I had started this, I couldn't leave it half done. My father had always told me to never quit. Of course, I'm sure he didn't imagine I'd be in the woods somewhere in B.C. killing my friends when I finally decided to take his advice. I'd quit school, quit work, quit relationships, quit my band, quit caring… but I couldn't quit this. The fucking things I did just to get my way.

I ran back to the camp as fast as I could. When I got there, I sat on Meg's stomach and just started hacking at her like the mad man that I had become. Jake was lying right beside her, so if her screams hadn't woken him, all the movement would have. I don't remember exactly what I did to her, but I remember her crying. Poor Meg. I always hated to see her cry.

Jake grabbed me by the arms from behind and pulled me off of her. I swung around, but before I could do anything he had flipped me over onto my back and punched me. I tasted blood. I assumed it was my own, but I wasn't sure. He hit me a couple more times before everything went black.

I'm told that when the cops found me, I was laying on the ground, covered in mud, laughing. The bodies of my friends had drawn an enormous amount of flies. I don't remember any of that. I just know that there was a picture of me in the Sunday paper above an article that called me a 'cold blooded bastard'. I didn't know you could call someone a bastard in the paper. Maybe I'll sue them for libel.