There was a horrible scream as another one of the hapless tourists came down the zip line. Butch tried to look away as Jason's machete chopped the pretty young brunette lengthwise, nearly in half. Her organs dropped out in a wet pile and her body tumbled from the harness and onto the platform with the others. The carnage on the platform was unspeakable. The few who had not been totally dismembered were struggling to stand on whatever limbs they had left, slipping in the blood and bile and clumps of still-quivering meat.

The sound coming from the pack on Alex's back suddenly intensified, sliding higher in pitch, and Jason turned his masked face toward the noise.

"Shit," Butch said. "He's coming."

"Dammit!" Alex flipped the switch again and again.

Jason had spotted them. Butch could see the bright glint of his hateful gaze in the dark eyehole as he moved toward them. His clothing had been charred and there were raw patches of sticky burned flesh on his arms and neck, but he seemed otherwise unharmed by Val's brave, suicidal attack. He was still oozing infected blood from every inch of his skin and the holes in his mask. Behind him, several of the more intact infected came staggering along, reaching hungrily toward them. Unbelievably, the bifurcated brunette was actually back up on her feet. Butch found himself thinking of the "Legs all the way up to her chin" phrase, as she wobbled awkwardly toward them. Only her collar bones and a thin strip of pectoral muscle held the two halves of her body together beneath her nodding, crooked head.

Butch heard a string of terrified Spanish curses and then another man came down the wire, landing in the midst of the carnage. The infected people turned and flung themselves at the newcomer. He screamed as they sank their teeth into his arms and legs, pulling him down into the pile of mutilated bodies.

   Friday the 13th: The Jason Strain, chapter 28