Alex let out a cry of anguish and ran for the door as Caleb's severed head went flying across the room and smashed into the dead television screen. She saw Jason advancing on Butch, who threw himself at Jason, wrapped his legs around Jason's chest and gripped the back of Jason's neck. The last thing that Alex saw was Butch turn to her as he jammed the hypo into Jason's eye. Butch's eyes were wide and terrified and she wanted to run to him, to save him somehow.

But the door was open and she was falling, falling into the night, and the plane burst into flames above her, like a brand new sun in the night sky.

     Chapter 29

As the train thundered through its tunnels, Alex found her mind returning again and again to that awful night. The terror of the fall through the cold night sky. The awkward, painful landing and the sonic Armageddon of the plane crashing down in the moonlit desert. She remembered staggering up and over a rocky ridge, and seeing the flaming debris spread out like glowing jewels across the sand. There was almost nothing left but large jagged chunks of metal like the shell of an enormous broken egg, and a few barbecued chunks of meat and bone that could have been anyone. Nothing even remotely recognizable as a body. But there was one thing that she saw that night that would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. Large, burning footprints leading away from the crash site, into the wild and endless desert.

There was only one person who could have possibly walked away from a crash like that. The Jason Strain may have been dead, but Jason himself was still out there somewhere.

Epilogue, Friday the 13th: The Jason Strain