[massacre man]

Massacre Man, Dudeman, and Freak are inside of the car stopped at a traffic light. Massacre Man has his eyes focused on the light shaking, awaiting what will happen next. Someone with the same blank stare as before approaches the car, he reaches into the open driver's side window and starts pulling Massacre Man out , Freak, who is on the passenger side starts pulling Massacre Man back in, Dudeman gets out of the backseat and walks around, he pulls the man off of Massacre Man who then gets out and returns the favor by pulling the man off of Dudeman, Massacre Man looks back at the cars beeping their horns.

Massacre Man: Shit...

One of the small creatures is making it's way down the road, Massacre Man pushes the man to the ground, Dudeman steps on hid head, crushing it. The creature stands next to Dudeman's leg, Massacre Man picks it up by the tail and starts to slam it onto the hood of a pickup truck stopped behind them, the driver, Gorephobia, gets out.

Gorephobia: Just what do you think you're doin'?

Massacre Man looks at the bloody mess that once was one of the creatures from it's tail in his hand.

Massacre Man: Sorry...

When Massacre Man looks back up his face is met with the butt of a shotgun, he is knocked unconscious. He is once again dreaming himself inside of the old abandoned house in black and white with no sound, he peeks around, he is in the attic. There is nothing out of the ordinary, he tries opening the door to exit, when he does the entire floor gives away and he falls onto the bottom floor of the house, he is laying on the driveway outside of the house, __V__ stands over him. Massacre Man wakes up tied by his feet to the back of the truck on a rocky path in the middle of the woods. Gorephobia is standing over him in a manner similar to __V__ in the dream he had just had..

Gorephobia: Well, look who woke up!

Massacre Man: Wh.. what the fuck are you doing?

Gorephobia: You never, ever do that to someone's truck when they ain't never done nothin' to you!

Massacre Man: I didn't mean to, dome the fuck on! I'll pay for reapairs, just get the fucking rope off.

Gorephobia: No, I have a better idea, we're gonna have a good ol' fashioned fag drag!

Massacre Man: A what?

Gorephobia: Fag drag! You figure it out.

Massacre Man: But I'm not a fag!

Gorephobia: Shut up!

Gorephobia throws an empty glass jar toward Massacre Man's face, but it instead breaks next to his head, his bad accuracy proved he was drunk.

Gorephobia: Now just wait here, I'm gonna go get a refill then we can get this bad boy on!

Massacre Man: Fuck off!

Gorephobia: Fuck you, faggot.

Gorephobia walks away, Massacre Man tries to work his way out of the rope wrapped around his hands, Angra approaches him, crouched down, he holds his finger to single Massacre Man to be quiet as he unties him, the two stand up and move into the surrounding forest.

Massacre Man (Whispering): Where did you come from?

Angra (Whispering): I followed you after you left me at the bar.

Massacre Man (Whispering): Where are Freak and Dudeman?

Angra (Whispering): They ran drove away after you got trapped.

Massacre Man (Whispering): I mean, where are they literally right now?

Angra (Whispering): Well...

A shot of Freak sitting inside of the car with the engine running, he is waiting for Angra to come back with Massacre Man, cut to Dudeman walking around the back of the house, every pocket he has stuffed with a moonshine bottle, every step he takes causes a sound of glass bumping together can be heard, he meets up with Massacre Man and Angra in the woods.

Massacre Man (Whispering): Alright, so why the fuck couldn't you guys just help me then instead of running?

Angra (Whispering): Because he had a shotg...

The sound of a shotgun blast is heard almost at the same exact time as Angra's head bursts with bits of skull and brain splattering over Massacre Man and Dudeman.

Gorephobia (Yelling from his truck): Who took my moonshine!?

Massacre Man and Dudeman start running while Freak drives toward them. Gorephobia turns his truck around and drives toward them, Dudeman trips and hits the ground

Dudeman: Shit!

All of the glass inside of pockets shattered, every piece poking into him, Massacre Man helps him up, tosses him into the back of the car and gets in the passenger seat.

Massacre Man: Go!

Freak starts to drive, it narrowly swurves out of the path of the pickup truck, they keep moving down the path, Massacre Man looks ahead.

Massacre Man: We... are... fucked...

The thing that scares Massacre Man is shown, gigantic group of blank-faced people are walking toward them.