Shaking, and thinking for sure that the monster would finish them all off, Chris felt relieved and angry once the monster turned around and walked away. He was not going to go after it, or anything. It was not that kind of anger. He also felt guilty about what had happened. Guilty that he survived while Jessica had died.<em>'God damn it,'</em>Chris thought,<em>'a useless piece of trash like me survives, while she dies? What the fuck kind of world is this? It should have been! I should be . . .'</em><br/><br/>His expression was grim as he looked over to Jessica's remains. He had not known the woman long, and he felt an extra pang of guilt as he remembered how she had said that she was relying on him for protection. Chris brushed a hand gently over Jessica's face, closing her eyes. "Fuck . . ." He said softly, and got up to follow after Miku, the piece of metal Jessica had found for him feeling especially heavy in his hand.