Darkness. Screaming. Blood splattered. It's on your hands. It's everywhere. You took in a sharp gasp as you shot up from your slumber in a sitting position, tears streaming down your face and making your cheeks sticky. Jack had one clawed hand on your arm. You had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room, and he had woke you from your nightmare. "You okay..?" he quietly asked, his voice low and concerned. He frowned beneath his mask, gently squeezing your shoulder.