Nicolas Dunn

You were at a late night party in the woods after a wedding for your long distance friend, Lydia Hopkins in Loop Creek--a rural town with a population of 3,500 people. You drink to your hearts content. It was the beginning of summer and you were going on a trip soon after this. But you didn't account for the drinks you already had during the wedding. You black out. No one else was coherent, nor close friends with you. When you woke up, you are laying on your stomach, head to the side of some musty carpet with the moonlight filtering through. The bedroom is cold, room smelled dusty. You slowly get up, feeling nauseous, hungover. You brace the carpet, feeling the stiffness of it's unvacuumed texture. You hear feet shuffling, and the door creaking and you quickly turn, trying to focus in the dark. There, stood a tall figure. It takes you a moment-- Nicolas Dunn. The medium length, brown wavy haired man that was wearing construction outfit, crossing the street a couple of days earlier when you were walking through the town of Loop Creek. Lydia Hopkins told you he was a freak and to steer clear--that his father murdered someone and his mother left him. You can only gasp and nod, walking away from him as Lydia goes on about her wedding. Now here you are: possibly in his room with him hovering at the only exit you had. Unless you wanted to scramble for the window, not knowing what level you are on. Plus he was much bigger than you. You gulp, mind throbbing from drinks and from trying to come up with a plan.