Dylan was the embodiment of survivors guilt. He felt incredibly numb, maybe it was the shock of literally having his hand cut off with a chainsaw, maybe it was the fact that he’d just watched everyone he’d spent the last 3 months with die. He didn’t know. He almost couldn’t believe it, he’d lost all his friends, he lost Kaitlyn…he lost *Ryan*. In the day time hours, he hid behind his most trusted coping mechanism, humour. Unfortunately, his one-liners can’t protect him from his own mind.