Then, thanks to the killer grunting with drooling lust because he's seen a bit of thigh, our heroine realises she's being watched and takes flight, instantly coming to the obvious conclusion that running further away from her friends and deeper into the trees is her best option.
And so, she spends the next couple of terrifying minutes attempting to flee from the stabby item wielding lunatic who's now fallen in love with her and developed separation anxiety.
And is her escape from certain death easy? Of course not. It's hindered by whipping branches, muddy hollows, and a ridiculous number of obstacles that she's forced to vault over. There's fallen tree trunks, of which there are many, abandoned vehicles that have no business being in a forest in the first place, and at least one lethal t
