You escaped. They let you fucking get away.

When Chris got a word of that, he lost it. He had punched the wall so hard the wall physically dented and cracked under his fist.

Now he had gone out into the woods, trudging through the thick, heavy snow to find you again. To get you back in containment before you are completely lost and possibly harm someone.

This was his fifth? Possibly his seventh cigarette tonight. "Damn bastard..." He growled as his grip on his assault rifle was tight in any case he might have to use it. Whether it be some random lycan or whatever monster is out there, he just hoped he didn't have to use it on you...