<span style="font-style: italic">"As if this couldn't get any worse."</span><br/>The words rang sharply through Chris's head and he turned over, mumbling and sliding away from Fiana, ears twitching in his sleep.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"We come all the way out here and he's already too far gone...If it's been this long we're probably already too late to save them."</span><br/>The dream continued on from the point of view of the person who hadn't been talking-judging by the armor it was two Panzers. They stalked carefully forward in...what...looked like his apartment block. Except the walls were smashed in places and most of the doors were on the floor, and there was<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, shit."</span><br/>The blood was everywhere. Literally, everywhere. Covering the bed he'd slept in so many times, his old guitar stand, the windows...<span style="font-weight: bold">everywhere.</span>And there in the middle of it all were two painfully familiar-looking bodies being torn at by-<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Chris..."</span><br/>The wolf growled, turned around from the corpses, Babs and Fiana's blood dripping from his mouth and leapt, jaws open and a ferocious roar erupting from his throat, before it all went black.<br/><br/>Chris shot straight up and gave a high-pitched, nearly frenzied bark and tore a chunk out of his pillow to stop himself from screaming, eyes bulging out of his head. He collapsed, trembling.<span style="font-style: italic">Monster,</span>growled the curse inside of him,<span style="font-style: italic">nothing more than a monster.</span>The tears spilled silently down his face, curling up in a ball and sobbing quietly.