You're on the line up kneeling between Maggie and Abraham's dead body. You feel the sweat running down your forehead, but you don't dare to look at the man in front of you. Your gaze is frozen on your hands and your friend's blood on them. You can't cry, you can't even accept that all this really happened.

You feel his footsteps coming closer to you, while his hand touches your chin and makes you stare at him. "Ho-ly shit! I'm taking you with me." He says with a smirk.