I took off with no one and nowhere to call home with the only thought of getting far away from that house. with only the supplies for the party and the camping trip we were going to have, i took off in a random direction. The entire time that weird alien robot I got from killing my best friend was put in a jar trying it's best to crawl out. I drove for what felt like days not resting until I eventually ran out of gas. by then I was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but big trees and empty forest. I decided to go in and take the camping gear with me as well as anything I found to be useful for my situation. While looking for anything useful I found a gun and all i could think was, "perfect it only has 2 bullets." if I was talking about using them on myself or something else I still don't know. All I knew was that I had to go into the forest for now and get some rest and in the morning I'd find out what to from there. In the middle of the night I woke up to the sounds of screams and screeching outside of my tent. Too afraid to open the tent and look outside all I could do was grab the gun and hold it close to me as if that was gonna do anything. Eventually everything calmed down or at least I thought it did, my tent gradually started to open up and from the opening a bloodied hand came out and then another and then another until their were too many hands to count and then the screams started again but this time I could hear what they were saying. "save us" "help me" "it hurts" "why weren't you there" "why why why why why why why" in the end I decided to put the gun to my chin ready to end it all. I pulled the trigger and nothing it didn't fire because the bullet was jammed from being in the chamber for years but never being fired. I was saved by my own negligence once again.