I watch the thing start to crawl away, and there's a part of me that wants it to. Just to crawl away, disappear, and not come back. But Mike's not gonna let that happen. He drops down on top of it, straddling its back, and I meet his eyes. He looks more alive than he has in weeks.

There's blood on me that's not mine. Mike's, in a way, but not. Another oddity on top of too fucking many to count. Watching him murder himself right in front of me should be more horrific than it is. Mostly, I just know I'm done with this place. I'm ready to go.

Barking out a harsh laugh, I say, "Bored." I slip my hand into his. "You're really fuckin' scary, sometimes. You know that?"