`` dude , '' brad said , looking towards mark , `` remember that time at camp when we fed all that chocolate to those squirrels because we were too lazy to actually go do the activities ? '' i 'd only been that frightened once before , just before one of my killers pressed the sharp edge of his knife into my arm . but how did he know her name ? they entered the inn and each pulled back their hoods . mercer marched around the desk and came toward him . 