The rocket launcher’s power was imdiate. After the ammunition exploded, the entire hillside was engulfed in roaring flas, and no more cold arrows ca flying down from above.
But Everly knew that the killer, Gary, would not die.
His body possessed terrifyingly strong regenerative abilities. Even if he were cut into countless pieces, after a period of recovery, the largest fragnt would sprout flesh, bone, skin, and blood vessels outward. Sooner or later, a new Gary would rise from the heap of corpses.
Discarding the disposable launcher, now scorched from use, Everly waved to the three still huddled behind the sedan, signaling them to squeeze into the back seat of the jeep.
Once the doors closed and everyone was inside the safe zone, they finally exhaled in relief.
Old John was still pinned in the driver’s seat and couldn’t move.
The arrow had hit at a tricky angle. Its tip had pierced Old John’s arm and lodged into the seat, wedged between the tal fra inside. The shaft was made of carbon fiber, not easy to snap. Old John gritted his teeth and, enduring the pain, tried little by little to pull the lodged arrow tip out of the seat.
With the driver’s seat occupied, the vehicle couldn’t move until Old John freed himself.
Fortunately, this car—having undergone countless modifications—was practically a mobile fortress, ard from top to bottom, down to the tires. Unless the revived killer Gary managed to fire an anti-tank rocket at them, with his current abilities, he couldn’t threaten the people inside the vehicle for now.
Everly and Misha squeezed into the passenger seat, anxiously pressing on Old John’s wound to prevent further tearing while he extracted the arrow. Old John bit down on a towel, sweat pouring down his face, carefully twisting the carbon arrow lodged in his wound while trying to pull it backward bit by bit.
With every pull, the nerves and muscles in the wound rubbed against the arrow, sending unbearable waves of pain through Old John. Within monts, he was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through.
Everly watched, growing ever more furious—she wished she could dig Gary’s corpse out of the fire and chop it into pieces with a kitchen knife just to vent her anger!
After several attempts, the arrowhead finally ca free. Old John managed to pull the carbon-fiber arrow out of the seat and felt a sense of release.
“Wrap it with gauze for now. We’ll remove the arrow properly once we reach a safe place,” Everly instructed.
She leaned in to examine the arrow. Its tip was tal, the shaft made of carbon fiber, and feathers adorned the end. To remove it fully, the carbon shaft would have to be broken—but this had to be done carefully, or the wound could tear further and seriously injure Old John.
Once the arrow was removed, Old John could take the universal redy to heal the wound, but clearly now was not the ti for treatnt.
Old John seed to have the sa thought.
The three people in the front row opened the doors and switched seats. Everly took the driver’s seat, Old John, as the injured party, moved to the passenger seat alone, and Misha slid to the back row to squeeze in with the other three.
Once everyone was settled, Everly patiently waited until Old John was stable, pressed the accelerator, and was just about to drive off—when a panicked female voice rang out from nearby.
“Wait! Hold on!”
Everly tilted her head and, through the rearview mirror, saw two figures supporting each other at the end of the narrow crescent-shaped path.
The figure on the left was Christina—the only girl among the trio of Dan’s group. She was caked in mud and water, looking completely disheveled, and was helping the blood-soaked manager Andy limp toward them.
Seeing this, Everly glanced at the hillside still ablaze from the explosion, pressed the accelerator, and steered the vehicle toward the two of them.
“What happened to you?”
She didn’t roll down the window, asking calmly through the glass.
“I… I don’t know… After you drove away, you didn’t co back. Dan said he would go to the nearby houses to borrow bullets, but… but everyone… everyone was dead! The corpses were crawling with flies, and the sll was awful—so awful. Dan and Hans were searching for bullets in that house when a person wearing a white porcelain mask suddenly appeared and attacked us.”
“That person killed Dan with a single axe blow. Hans and I were so scared that we ran out imdiately. That person chased us, shooting arrows at us. I accidentally fell down a slope, got stuck in the mud, and passed out… When I woke up and climbed back up, I saw that Dan had also been shot and was dead. I was so scared, I got lost in the woods for a long ti. Later, I heard explosions over here. I thought the police had co, so I sneaked over to take a look… and then I saw you about to leave…”
Christina was clearly terrified. Her words tumbled out in a jumble, and as she spoke, tears and snot stread down her face, making her look utterly pitiful.
But Everly felt no sympathy for her. Everyone here was already an adult—they needed to learn to take responsibility for their own choices. If she had known today would turn out this way, why had she followed those two boys in the first place?
“What about him, then?”
Everly’s expression remained steady as she looked at Andy, whom Christina was supporting.
“I… I found him on the road. He was covered in blood, lying on the ground. I thought he was dead, but when I passed by, he grabbed my hand. He didn’t seem to be dead yet…”
As if to confirm Christina’s words, Andy, leaning weakly against her, opened his eyes, coughed, and spit blood. Despite his injuries, he managed a faint, weak smile at Everly.
Truly like a movie “male protagonist”—even after such severe wounds, he was still alive.
Everly glanced up at the hillside again, pressed a button, and rolled the window down slightly.
“Hold on tight.”
She gave Christina a quick warning, then raised her gun. Before anyone could react, the muzzle slipped through the glass gap and she pulled the trigger repeatedly, aiming at Andy’s head.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
It wasn’t until all 19 rounds were emptied that Andy’s head was nothing but mangled flesh, riddled with holes. Only then did Everly drop the pistol and open the car door.
“Let go.”
“W-what… What are you… What are you doing?! You—you killed him! Why?!” Christina, still supporting Andy, was inevitably splattered with blood.
Having endured several shocks in quick succession, Christina looked on the verge of collapse. Seeing Everly step out of the car, she dropped Andy’s body and instinctively tried to run.
“Andy? No. He’s not Andy—you can’t recognize him? This is the killer who murdered your companion.”
“What are you saying?!”
Everly didn’t have ti to deal with Christina’s shock.
She stepped out and glanced at the figure lying on the ground, eyes wide open. In just monts, tiny fleshy tendrils were already sprouting along the edges of the wounds, clearly part of the body’s repair process. Soon enough, this world-famous killer would regain full mobility and wreak havoc again.
Everly couldn’t allow him the chance to rise. Horror Movie Survival Rule #15: finish the job.
Although finishing the job wouldn’t kill the immortal, it could at least slow down his recovery.
She strode to the back of the jeep and pulled out a sturdy all-black shotgun—a Benelli M4 Super90. Powerful, known as the “king of shotguns,” it was standard-issue U.S. military equipnt, built for combat.
With the black muzzle aid at the “body” on the ground, Everly’s face remained expressionless as she pulled the trigger, hitting the most critical target first: the brain.
“Boom!”
The head, which had just begun showing signs of recovery, exploded instantly, sending blood splattering across the ground behind it—reminiscent of a waterlon smashed onto the floor.
Firing an anti-tank rocket at a hillside was one thing; shooting directly at a human head was another entirely. Earlier, all of Everly’s actions had been fueled purely by adrenaline, leaving no ti for reflection. But now, what she was doing was shooting at a humanoid being that was not yet dead.
Although she had long accepted that killing soone could be necessary for self-preservation, this was, after all, Everly’s first ti taking a life since crossing into this world. Even if the person in front of her wouldn’t truly die, seeing the head explode in front of her was an intensely shocking image that triggered strong discomfort.
But there was no ti for hesitation. Everly was skilled at enduring discomfort and kept a clear head. After destroying Gary’s head, she lowered the muzzle and fired at his elbows, knees, and ankles—hitting all the critical joints to ensure that even if “Andy” awoke, he wouldn’t be able to move.
In the early parts of the movie, Gary hadn’t killed enough people yet, and his recovery wasn’t so fast; a corpse could remain still for several minutes. So these kinds of tactics were effective.
Everly rembered that in the third installnt of Blood Camp, a few students had used similar thods to temporarily immobilize Gary. If it weren’t for his supernatural body and immortality, those unlucky students might actually have escaped the camp.
After Gary had finally been reduced, through continuous gunfire, from a humanoid corpse to a limp, shapeless heap of flesh, Everly reloaded with a crisp “click,” holding the shotgun in one hand for defense. With the other hand, she thodically searched the body from head to toe, removing anything that could be used as a weapon and throwing it far away.
By now, the others in the vehicle had begun to react as well.
They huddled inside the vehicle, not daring to speak a word, a mix of fear and grim satisfaction on their faces as they watched Everly finish clearing all the weapons and fire another round of shotgun shells at Gary on the ground. Only when the magazine was empty again did the girl, covered in blood splatter like a war goddess, sling the shotgun over her back and climb back into the jeep.
She rolled up the windows, started the engine, turned the vehicle around, and drove forward—every motion executed seamlessly. Under Everly’s control, the heavy jeep swung around, the front wheels aid at the “corpse” on the ground, crushing him beneath the tires.
When the massive wheels rolled over Gary’s skull, everyone heard a faint crack.
Those with vivid imaginations could barely hold back the urge to vomit.
“H-he’s… he’s dead, right? It doesn’t have to be like this…”
Everly heard the mutter from the back. She cut the engine and turned her head to the boy who had spoken. “Do you need to confirm with your own eyes whether he’s dead?”
The boy imdiately shrank his neck like a frightened chicken, not daring to say another word.
“This killer’s na is Gary. Because of his connection to a certain heretical cult, his body is extrely unusual—he literally cannot be killed. Pressing him under the wheels is only a temporary asure. Later, we’ll have to find a way to trap him sowhere.”
In Blood Camp, Gary’s immortality ant that in almost every film, the protagonists had to find a way to confine him at the end. Conversely, at the beginning of each new movie, so clueless, unlucky, or ddleso character would unwittingly release the sealed chains, inadvertently “awakening the slumbering zombie king… uh, I an Gary.”
Old John’s modified jeep, after undergoing a series of upgrades, weighed over two tons by itself. With several people inside and a trunk full of guns and ammo, no matter how resilient Gary’s life force was, being pressed beneath the tires rendered him completely immobile.
But the jeep still had to be driven, and they would need sothing else to actually trap him.
Of course, Everly could wait a while, let the police arrive, and hand over Gary, the hot potato. But to be honest, she didn’t really trust the Viska police.
You see, isn’t this a common trope in horror movies?
At the end of the film, the protagonists use their wits to finally defeat the killer and confine him. Sirens wail in the distance as the incompetent police arrive, ready to claim the credit.
The badly injured heroes are hustled into an ambulance, while the police handcuff the killer, sandwiching him between two officers, driving him to the station.
But because the guards are too lax, halfway there, the killer kills all the officers in the car and escapes. So the heroes, barely having survived, haven’t even rested in the hospital before the killer cos back, and the final shot freezes on their terrified faces…
It’s such a classic developnt.
Even if the police were competent, Everly would still have to worry about the U.S. military. What if they heard about Gary and tried to take him to a research facility, intending to experint on his immortal body to create super-soldiers for warfare? One slip-up, and Gary could escape—or they might create so horrific monster, triggering a bioweapon disaster…
In short, rather than leaving it to unreliable police or military, it was better if she handled it herself. At least she knew from the other Blood Camp films exactly how people dealt with Gary.
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